peace

"Some love stories aren't epic novels - some are short stories. But that doesn't make them any less filled with love." ~Carrie Bradshaw







Regrets are real. And sometimes they're loud and pushy. They won't be avoided or denied. But sometimes you just have to chalk things up for what they were. And then take that next breath, put on that next pair of socks, spread mayo on that next sandwich, smile at the next stranger and take the next breath and flush the next toilet and pick the next flower and buy the next tank of gas and do the next sit-up and take the next breath...and in time, the next next might be finding peace. Looking respectably at regret and acknowledging its existence. And breathing anyway. And carrying on.

For me this means accepting that, just because something didn't last, that doesn't mean it wasn't real. It was. It was real and it was good. And now it's over.

And it's okay, and I'm okay. Not right as rain, but okay. And for whatever odd reason, in that knowledge, I can take heart and move along.