Moving On

I am finally coming down from that awful, nerve-racking mess that occurred this week. I feel less tattered, less bruised than before, and maybe a bit more wise.

That battle was not mine to fight. I should have stayed on my side of the line that was drawn in the sand, and I may have destroyed a relationship with someone whom I care deeply about. It just was not worth it.

I have bragged often of how thankful I am to have the position I do in this sliver of time in all of our lives. I get the easy part, so far.

I say that I am moving on, I say that I am through, knowing full well that I can not stop caring, will not become as cold as ice, and will take one moment at a time. Even though I will probably set myself up for many more bumps in the road, I will allow my heart to feel, and to care, and to lead.