The plaque was round with a blue background. The inscription in the middle was something I scarcely could understand at the time, but even now, it floats it's way back to me often. It's fairly common:
Life is a journey,
Not a destination
In it's simplest form I get what it means. What it has meant at various points in my life is not that simple.
What a journey I've been on this past year...and what a tremendous adventure the last 3 months in NYC has provided me.
At this time last year, if you reach into some of the archives, you can almost feel the crushing sadness that was emanating from every single part of me. This week marks the moment when everything came crashing down around me. It also marks the moment when I was forced to start to a new chapter.
Because looking back has proven time and time again to be futile and destructive, I am looking forward. I was forced to start a new chapter against everything I wanted. I started on this new path kicking and screaming (and crying) but as I look out my apartment window tonight, in the greatest city in the world, I feel...
Certainly, not always. But definitely, more often.
I thought there would be a magical moment when I would be "healed". I thought there would be an overriding peace when I arrived in NYC. Instead, everything this past year has taught me has been another step forward...not a final stop.
I am still settling into this new life but I feel incredibly lucky to be here - in this city, in this life stage, in this moment.