The Black Dress

My husband saw my black dress on a hanger and told me I forgot to pack it with my things. I told him I didn’t want to see that dress again for at least a year.

I was frustrated.

It’s the dress I’ve been wearing to funerals over the past 4 months.

And I wanted to get rid of it.

We all know loss and grief.

But I don’t like sitting in grief.

I want to desperately “do” something to make things better.

And there’s nothing to “do” because you can’t “fix” your own grief or the grief of another person.

Your cry, you laugh, you get quiet, you remember, you distract yourself, you get angry and all other emotions.

There’s a lot of surrender in grief….

And grief doesn’t really end. It morphs over time. At least that’s how it feels for me.

I’ve gained so much clarity and perspective in the past 13 months and what I know and feel in my bones is this:

One of your most precious resources is your time.

We all want the freedom to choose how we spend our time — especially how much time we get to spend with our loved ones.

And YOU get to decide how you want to spend the rest of your time here on this planet.

You have more choices than you think you do. Even small choices add up in the end.

Decide what matters most to you in this season of life and live that decision.

Do it. It won’t look like what anyone else is doing and that’s OK.

Only you are living your life and only you know yourself best.

Cherish your time each day and spend it wisely ❤️

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