Make yourself a cup of tea (or martini) and take a seat. Light up a Lark if you like. I have some exciting news for you.
I GOT IT. IT TOOK SIX YEARS (ACTUALLY, 40) BUT I GOT IT.
Q.E.D.: YOU SUCCEEDED.
I promised you on this day in 2009 that I’d take the ball and run with it; you could release and find relief. There’s not been one day that’s passed when I haven’t thought about my commitment to you and, at times, it’s the only thing that’s kept me going.
You taught me not to quit by your example. Lord knows I’ve wanted to – I’ve fucked up royally along the way – but I now use a compass that’s authentic, mindful, focused, creative, calibrated. It’s navigated me down a path that’s eradicated toxicity to make room for power.
Real power. The confidence to say yes and no. The desire to love and be loved. The knowledge of my worth. The appreciation for the living. The pure joy of connecting to something bigger.
Thank you, Mom. My me, now, is a result of you, then and now.
I love you. I miss you. I’ve got this.