In less than one month I will be in Africa. In the mean time I am stuck in a flight pattern that is going nowhere. I am waiting to finish the school year, waiting to leave on my trip, waiting to rent my house out for the fall, waiting to move up to the city, but nothing has actually happened yet. After being so idle last year, unable to move beyond my depressed coma on the couch, I am now more than ready to start my life again. Lately I have felt a great deal of regret for that “lost” time, feeling like everyone was busy doing amazing things while I was paralyzed by my loneliness. However, I understand now the time wasn’t lost. I needed to grieve over the changes in my life. It was essential before I could move forward, so I suppose it was time well spent on me. Compassion for the self is a difficult skill to learn. It’s so much easer to be your own harshest critic.
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