If you have been reading my blog recently, you will realize that I am going through a difficult time. So my blogging is my therapy.
I recently realized that I have experienced a death of a dream. A 30 year dream has died. It was killed a few months ago but I didn't know it. Like a child that is missing and you fear the worst but hope for the best, I was living in denial. Finally it has hit me that the dream is gone and I need to grieve and bury what I have left of it. So I let my tears flow. I feel angry that it happened to my dream. I yell, "THIS ISN"T FAIR!" And then I remember. I remember the good times. I remember funny things that happened while I was living the dream. And I have hope. I'm hopeful there is a purpose in all of this. Hopeful that I was faithful in the time I had with the dream. And hopeful that there can be new dreams. There will always be a place in me that misses this dream and it won't always bring tears when I think about it, but for now I grieve.
I recently realized that I have experienced a death of a dream. A 30 year dream has died. It was killed a few months ago but I didn't know it. Like a child that is missing and you fear the worst but hope for the best, I was living in denial. Finally it has hit me that the dream is gone and I need to grieve and bury what I have left of it. So I let my tears flow. I feel angry that it happened to my dream. I yell, "THIS ISN"T FAIR!" And then I remember. I remember the good times. I remember funny things that happened while I was living the dream. And I have hope. I'm hopeful there is a purpose in all of this. Hopeful that I was faithful in the time I had with the dream. And hopeful that there can be new dreams. There will always be a place in me that misses this dream and it won't always bring tears when I think about it, but for now I grieve.
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