Tonight I went outside for the sunset. I sat on the curb at the edge of our parking lot and just allowed myself to be mesmerized.
Takes my breath away.
And makes me realize that I've come a long long way in the 3 months since the "bomb dropped" and my world shattered.
I found beauty...remember that it was my path to healing... and it comes to me for free every day.
And you know what? Within beauty resides love. Or maybe within love resides beauty.
I can't help but see this beauty and love what I've become. Love who I have always been. Love what decisions I've made and the mistakes I've made. My imperfections, flaws, inconsistencies...those are beautiful and lovable too.
I can't help but see this beauty and be thankful that I'm ABLE to see the beauty. That I didn't let myself get poisoned and drug under by the dark (it was there, it was calling to me, and I told it to go the hell away).
I can't help but see this beauty and not be calm and know that I'm on the right path and that I just need to trust.
I won't worry about tomorrow, but I WILL make a date with myself to get out and see the sunset at 6:15 because that, my friends, is the greatest show on earth.