The past few days have brought an assortment of emotions. They come in ebs and flows... like a swing. I find myself trying to drag my feet in the sand. I'm in search of solid ground, or maybe just a little less motion. But as many have said, this is part of the grieving process. It's important to go with those flows and share with those you love how you're doing each and every step of the way.
The evening was so special for me. I spent the night with several 'old souls.' It felt very healing to talk about the pain of losing this relationship. One of the gals asked to describe the old Kim, the one who had a little more kick in her step. I talked about Kara and I's backpacking trip to Europe when we smuggled ourselves on a train leaving Barcelona. I shared the story about Kara attempting to punch bird man (and performing a full 360 spin in her sandals when she 'whiffed'). I talked about our night in San Sebastian when the two scrawny British boys lost our key to the hostel and we had to climb our way through the window.
Then I returned home to find a phone call from my teammate. She had called to check in.
It's moments like these when I think, yes...I'm going to weather the storm.
-kimmy
1 comment:
you will, indeed, weather the storm. I'm a firm believer that we should have at least one or two "loves" that don't last. these relationships help us learn who we are and whom we should love. they are special and beautiful but probably not forever. I'm certain you'll emerge from this relationship a stronger, fuller woman and your next love will be that much better because of this relationship.
hugs to you, Kim!
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