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.

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.
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