I have seen small children grow into adults, create their own families, built lasting friendships, watched as adults turned from beginning their elderly stages to go to a place of uncertainty and unsure in this world. I have attended funerals of people I watched build families, farms, and lives they were proud of, while building my own professional life.
I treasure each one and always will. Absolutely no doubt.
I built a career from the bottom position, made my way up, and now have said good bye. Letting go of part of who I am, part of my identity isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Regrets. No, just grieving. Grieving because I actually care and love the people I have spent almost nineteen years helping, listening to, sharing about my life, laughing and sometimes crying with. I had a post written about the underlying peace I was feeling, it will have to wait. Today and perhaps the next couple I need to grieve. I need to process the past years of my life. The peace will come again, it was a good decision, just not an easy one.
Grace is a gift,