Moving On

This year has been hard, full of loss and tragedy. As I write this, I am lying in my bed recovering from a surgery, lonely and feeling a bit bleak. I miss you, our life. I am sorry for the way I left. But I am not sorry I left. These last few months have been some of the most challenging months of my life, and whether I have "grown" because of them has yet to be determined. But I certainly have come to appreciate how constant change is, how precarious and interconnected our lives really are. And it's nice to know just how little I really know. —Growing Up Grown Up

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