Our grief might never go away completely, but there comes a time when we can celebrate what we’ve loved, even after it’s gone. Celebrations of what we loved about them, how they touched our lives, how we’re different—different-better—because of them.
When we find the easy way, and explore that a few times, our safety zone expands, sometimes even beyond what we thought we could do by pushing ourselves. Oddly enough, this small, seemingly slow approach usually gets bigger, better results and faster.
It’s a radical experience. We’re often told that we have to work hard, push through the pain or obstacles, and get strong. Maybe not.
It’s easy to overlook how wonderful it is to spend real time, in person, with people you hold dear. Not to mention, it’s fun to see new places and meet new people.
For various, not particularly dramatic, reasons, it’s also been a stressful summer. Some of the stressors are related to good things, and some aren’t so good. Some are petty; some are significant. Mostly, it’s life, which comes with good and bad, easy and not so easy.