TEN
I’m being completely vulnerable in this post. If you don’t have a tissue you may want to grab one. It’s emotional for me as I write it so I know you as a reader will feel so much of my hurt throughout this post. But for 10 years I haven’t shared this. In my last post about my mom I didn’t get this detailed and realized it was still very surface. It was so important at that time in my life but it was literally only scratching the surface. I wasn’t ready then but today I am. Today I want to talk about the number ten. TEN. One of the numbers of completion and perfection. The number of years it’s been since my mother passed away. First it was 10 minutes, 10 hours, 10 days and then 10 months. Now 10 years. Pushing through each of those moments has been absolutely excruciating. But as they say you dig your heels in and you stay the course. For 10 years I’ve stayed the course never really speaking much about what that intails but growing consistently throughout. What it took to get here