My mom died in January. It’s still surprising to say that, to feel how that feels and to live that every day. That is a lot to say during the times of COVID, but it’s the truth. I had a dream last night and she was there, explaining to me that she was dying, that she would be gone by morning and all I could do was sob and wish and pray for it not to happen. And the whole time I knew it would, and that it had.
Last night was a full moon; one with more significance than most. Things aligned. Things changed. And all I can think is - yes, yes, yes. The change needs to come, and the sooner the better. We MUST recognize that everything around us is changing. And change, while difficult and harsh and trying, is the only way forward. We have to accept and recognize the sins of the past (both micro and macro) and vow to do everything that it takes to unlearn, learn the new ways, come together and move forward. There is no other truth.
This business is not what I thought it would be, or what I hoped it would be when I originally “caught” the idea (if you haven’t read Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert, find it immediately) - and yet it is still my passion and happy place.