The Year of Coming Undone
This could be your great regret, your demise, your self-demolition; it could also be your starting point
We arrived in the in-between hours, the quiet gray of night fading into morning.
We were all exhausted. I was nervous. We hadn’t even seen where we’d be living for some untold number of months, our short-term house. We found it online.
Turned out to be lovely. We could see the ocean from the balcony. There was a pool. We could walk to the beach.
We settled into our new life, hundreds of miles away from family and friends and community. Our kids had never lived anywhere but a few minutes from their grandparents.
We’d lived in the same ten-mile radius our entire dozen years of life together.
You don’t know for sure when things start to change.
Sometimes you can point to a moment, a word, a conversation or experience when you made a decision.
Took a step.
Revealed a truth, or became aware of one.
Awareness is the point of change, but you don’t always know when the awareness comes. It can grow slowly inside of you for years, decades. Then one day, you take the giant leap.
