So as I sit in the discomfort of growth, longing for the comfort of something more familiar, I acknowledge that there is no path back. It doesn’t exist anymore. I don’t fit there anymore. The only path is forward. And despite the discomfort, I hold onto so much anticipation and hope for this path I’m now on.
Wednesday, February 18, 2026
The rewards of discomfort
A quick lunchtime thought as my mind still processes last night’s reflections: Now that my eyes are open and I see him for who he is and our marriage for what it was and now after an intense year and a half of growth and healing, I don’t think I would find any comfort in what used to feel familiar with him.
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