I wanted to eat at The Bridge for lunch today.
A wave of heavy grief rolled in. Sadness that it’s over, relief that it’s over.
Over the past year I’ve slowly shed parts of my former life. I told myself that homesteading wasn’t important, that vacations weren’t for us, that sewing and the creative life aren’t necessary. We had to be able to do The Bridge with all our hearts.
But, I am beginning to realize some of these things are important, and are us. The values of tending the land and of creating new things are integral for our family and community.
It has left me picking up the pieces of a shattered former life and trying to figure out what sticks. I am not the same person I was a year ago. I am stronger.
Dreaming. It’s exciting.