Today, I give myself permission to be sad.
Sad for dreams that never materialized. Sad for a marriage that couldn’t be mended.
Sad for a life’s purpose that no longer exists.
Out of that sadness hope is born.
Hope for the future.
Thanksgiving for friendships forged from the metal of despair and loneliness.
And happiness that two girls get to establish a sisterly bond that was not possible six months ago.
I give myself permission to be sad.
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