It was truly hell getting here. Days that stretched to weeks to months, past a year and nearly a second. Still nothing. Only wondering and waiting and struggling to keep that toehold on my own humanity, my eyes fixed steadfastly on that one thing, "it will be worth it." Until that wasn't there either. My tenacity and faith had no direction and they fell. It was dark, for as long again as before, my eyes unable to see even inches before my own face. I don't exactly remember how it became light again or why.
Sitting on the other side, I've found that the thing that made it "worth it" has nothing to do with the thing I was fighting for in the first place. The insight I gained and the people it brought into my life are for more precious than that thing I was so desperately trying to hold on to. That was not worth it. This is.
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Periodic epiphanies and other less-than-profound musings from the North.
About Me
- MG
- I'm a mother and friend and daughter who sometimes moonlights as a writer, editor, designer, photographer and superflak. I'm a lousy bureaucrat and don't really know what it feels like to be middle-of-the-road about anything.
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