Bridges

*** This post was originally published on my Wordpress on the 20th January 2023

Last week was tough. Over the last couple of years I’ve learnt how to deal with stuff, but every now and then things get to me on a deeper lever. A couple of health issues, tough phase with my middle one, car troubles & the imposter syndrome rearing its ugly head once again. I’m tired. I cried it out. I talked it out. I reached out for help. I rested. The energy felt different the next day. Lighter. I fluffed up my tutu, straightened my crown and made a few phone calls. 

On my way into town I crossed a bridge. After my appointment however I couldn’t cross that same bridge and had to take an alternate route. A journey home that would normally take about an hour took over 3.5 hours instead. The alternate route sent me over a different bridge. It was a tough 3.5 hours and it required a lot of patience. There was no going back and so many times I just wanted to get out of the car and walk. But obviously I had to keep going. I was tired, hungry, my back was killing me. I came home exhausted, but all that time in the car gave me a lot of time to think. The meaning of crossing 2 bridges that day. Coming HOME. Felt like my journey the last few months. 

It’s one thing to dive deep in order to heal, but recovery is a whole different story. Recovery takes time. You need time to figure out what you are going to do with the whole new, healed you. What are you going to do about your battle scars? You need time to gather strength & courage to spread your wings and fly. I’m ready to spread mine & fly. Are you? 🦋