An extra long weekend enjoyed by myself and most definitely my little man. One that was quite difficult for me as I had to overcome constant reminders of past visits that included the "ex".
It was also a weekend of reflection. Here I go again with self-discovery. I'm still trying to process my reflections, wondering if they are good or bad. Is that really possible?
Does it really matter? I think not.
Isn't that what reflection is for? To fix things that need repairing. To adjust things that need fine-tuning. To learn. To gain a better understanding. To accept the truth for what it is and deal with it.
As I reflect, I am reminded of many memories. Memories thought I once thought would be forever. Memories that I once thought should not be forgotten. Memories that I once thought were my life.
Now, here I am once again starting over. Is it making me stronger? I know you are all going to say yes, however it certainly does not feel like it at this particular moment.