I wept today. At work. Fortunately I was working alone in shipping when a sudden wave of sorrow washed over me and sent me into gentle spasms of crying. It was unexpected, but a little cathartic. At first, I felt foolish for being so weak, for being so moved by something that is insignificant in the grand scheme. But then, I realized, that when it comes to issues concerning the heart, I am fragile. There are other things in which I exhibit strength, but when it comes to anything having to do with heartbreak, I am a wreck.
Mourning the end of a dream. Awakening from almost a year of imaginings and wishings and hopings. It’s a rather cataclysmic change to rise from such a Rip van Winkle-esque slumber and face the sun alone. This period of adjustment, allowing my eyes to flutter until the light seems not so painful, will pass. And then, another journey begins.