From Grief to Breakthrough

grief was the heavy heart that came after choosing faith over the desired fate

my breakthrough is the answer that eventually comes after choosing faith over certain desired fate

grief was asking, "where did my old self go?"

my breakthrough is asking "where has this whole journey taken her?"

grief was grieving the 'me' I could have been if it weren't for the way life sometimes is

my breakthrough is celebrating the 'me' I have become for the way life sometimes is

grief was finding myself looking through the same lens I ended up being viewed from, and tragically agreeing with what they must be seeing, and also hating it

my breakthrough is finding myself looking through a whole new lens from which I now view myself and finally loving what I see

grief was being on a trip, soaked in the sun, watching people enjoy the beach, then opening my notes app to write about the people I miss and the place I'd rather be

my breakthrough is being in the moment, soaked in joy, realizing that the tide somehow shifted, and then opening the "2024 little notes of joy" folder on my notes app to write about the moments I'm glad to be in

grief was the ghosts of the past, apathy toward the present, and a lack of hope for the future

my breakthrough is all the learnings from the past, gratitude toward the present, and a bright hope for the future

grief was once the fire and calling, that gradually turned into questions, doubts, and an internal tug-of-war between faith and mistrust

my breakthrough is the grip that doesn't let go, eventually revealing answers in various shapes and forms, even as I find myself wrestling between realism and childlike faith

grief was those mornings I asked, "why did I have to have another one?"

my breakthrough is those mornings I said, "now I see, Father, why I have to have another one"

grief is coming to terms with the fact that the deeper the love, the deeper the pain it leaves you with

my breakthrough is coming to terms with the fact that the deeper the love, the deeper the joy that comes with it

grief is the remains of any love we once had

my breakthrough is just getting a new wardrobe where the rest followed