The last few years of my life have consisted of constant change.
Some of these changes occurred within myself, some in my relations with others, some in the world at large and the beliefs I hold about how I desire to show up and live.
It has been a journey that I have frequently referred to as an unraveling, and like with any unraveling it should be no surprise that eventually it would result in everything falling apart.
So here I sit, with my life in boxes, no concrete idea of what the future holds, but a vision of what I hope it will be and a stubborn faith that somehow it will all fall into place.
After all sometimes life has to fall apart so something better can come your way.
I held on to the security of my old life, and comfort for so long I watched it shift around into something unrecognizable before I was forced to leave.
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