Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on realize.
The second you realize and understand you have to forgive with no apology given.
The second you realize and understand, it is more for you than for them.
The time you realize she used you as an excuse, as a tether.
The time you realize you were a pawn and no one, not even she realized it.
The moment you realize that one relationship saved you from yourself but is now over.
That you hung on and forgave for too long and now, it's time to move on.
The very words that ring true over and over, it would have always been like this, just much harder, and it's already hard.
It would always have been like this, just much messier, and it's already messy.
That one time you realize you stayed at the dance WAY too long and you have to get out.
Immediately.
You have to get out and you feel like you are suffocating and every day your life is feeling more and more and more tight.
Your chest is starting to hurt. You stayed too long, that's on you.
You need out and you need to move on, and the second that becomes reality, you need it to happen yesterday.
The very second you realize that you are living the life you never knew you always wanted.
Babies you never saw in your life.
A husband you never knew existed out there.
A puppy always snuggled at your feet.
A home, a curated and loved and lived-in home.
A career from a job that raised you and made you who you were.
Work that fills you full but you always have to remember you cannot love to death, because you will.
The very moment you realize, you are living your very best life.
You are full, you are enough.
You are okay, you are not going to be okay, you are okay.
The moment you realize it's all led to this.
This person, these babies, this life, this moment.
