Love Blossoms in the Most Unexpected Places
Untold Stories of The Past 3 Years
Last night I had the joy of being in a lovely writer’s group that I started attending during the pandemic with a friend on the West Coast (go check out
One of the things we wrote on, without going off on a tangent, was what was holding us back. Our writing, us as people, our relationships, etc. I made this long list of things from the past three years, and as I journaled about those things, I shared the revelation with my group that I feel like I’m finally swimming easily now, or floating, maybe. And now that I’m no longer struggling to swim or caught in a riptide, I’d rather not revisit what it was like when I was.
The Stories We Tell Ourselves
So here’s a little bit of what I wrote about the 2020–2023 years to get us started:
“As far as I’m concerned, the time between March 6th, 2020 and February of 2023 is mostly a memory I can’t quite seem to conjure up. It’s just… gone. I mean, sure, I remember I did that yoga teacher training- that was cool. I went on a retreat- super fun. Honestly? I just don’t remember the rest of it.
I do, actually. There was a pandemic, and right when the pandemic happened, my grandfather died, but not because of the pandemic, because he was…
