This is my new door, or at least 1/2 of it, as it is open. The first piece of us. I am so excited about it. It is a magnificent symbol of our new beginning. I adore new beginnings, a fresh start, a new day, the gift of learning from yesterday’s mistakes. My mother use to tell me to sleep on a problem as rest and a new day will bring relief and perhaps wisdom. I find this idea as one of great comfort.......hope.

With trepidation, I am crossing the bridge from traumatic loss to one of cautious optimism. I am laughing more and crying less. I have trusted with utter faith that I would not give up on myself. I am different, but not less. Anxiety still punches me in the stomach, but I am discovering a bit more compassion for my fragile heart.

I have to share how I am doing with releasing the persistent thoughts of what I have lost. While I was zooming along on a spin bike, I had a so very suitable idea. Since my brain can be susceptible to a bit of compulsive thinking, I need to reroute it. I will replace the painful images with the faces of all the amazing people in my life. It is a new neuron pathway to joy. The abundance of love and awesomeness cannot be measured by words. It is an array of fun colors, creativity and warmth...a feeling in my heart, not a command in my head. Please try it for yourselves. Have a wonderful holiday with all of my love.