|Dad before I was born...|
Over the last 12 months I've spent a lot of time learning and talking about him and I truly think that is what has helped the pain go away. I honestly thought the pain would be unbearable forever, that the ache would always be there and I suppose it will be, but it will not always hurt as bad as it did. My heart was shattered, battered and bruised, it was beyond repair and I let it stay that way until a couple of years ago when I started to piece it back together. At the moment it's still a little purple from the bruises but now you can see the healthy red layer beneath the purple one. It's so freeing to finally feel like a fourteen year long grieving period is coming to an end.
I feel motivated and ready to start the next chapter of my life. My mind is flooded with goals and visions of who I will be and it really is time to take steps to make it a reality. I'm so fortunate and have a lot of things going for me and I'm ready to take advantage of them and use whatever I've got to get to the places I want to go. I've officially decided to see through my job until the end of the year and then I'm moving to Sydney; finally committing to leaving. Sydney is the current goal. The long term goal is love and kids which hopefully will come long with Sydney.
I hope you don't mind this kind of personal rambly post. If you don't enjoy them let me know and I'll try to contain them to a diary instead of this blog.