One year ago, I passed through a black hole. I feel like getting through this month will help me put it all behind me. It was a dead zone in so many ways. No internet. No house insurance. No friends. No art.
I could not find my way around that city.
It feels like an episode of the Twilight Zone (or as Maddee said when she was little, “Toilet Zone”). Because when I thought I had lost everything, I got to the other side… woke up one day back in my own life mumbling “There’s no place like home.”
It was a wake up call, for sure.
I’ve said this before, but it is amazing how much difference a year can make.
I might flounder from time to time in the little details each day brings, but now I know. I know where I belong. I don’t flounder in the big stuff. I have a new confidence. A new voice. Contentment.
I often think back to a question my mother-in-love asked me one day many years ago.
“What would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”
Think about that.
What would you do
if you knew you couldn’t fail?
Whatever it is, do that.