A Grief Recovery Project Post
“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly.”
The last two years have been full of painful lessons. Lessons in letting go; of acceptance and not overthinking; of realizing that the only control I have is in how I respond to situations, not in what happens to me. So why I’ve persisted in thinking I’d have some answers by the time I reached the end of this adventure is a mystery to me. Stubbornness, I guess.
I’m down to the last day of this Grief Recovery Project and am no closer to knowing who I’m supposed to be, where I’m supposed to be, or what I’m supposed to do with my life than the day I left Boise. After nine months of happy wandering the globe, I have no new insights about my place in the universe. Huh. Didn’t see that coming.
But, in a surprising twist of events, I’m totally okay with the not knowing. (I know, I can’t believe I’m saying those words either.) I woke up this morning calm and excited about getting home to hugs from my family and friends, even though it means saying ’til next time to the many amazing friends I’ve made along the way. So now what?
Well, until I figure it out, this mama’s gonna be a rolling stone. Phase One of Lisa’s Big Adventure is almost over. Stay tuned for Phase Two and some bonus stateside adventures this summer. And to those of you who have followed along, thanks for coming with me.
The Wandering Widow
Live Now. Dream Big. Love Fierce.