Move.

I can finally say I am indifferent. I am not angry about what transpired last year. I have let go of bitter. Taken back the toxic. Returned crazy. Stopped the illusions. Put expectations to bed.

Ripped off the band aid to find the wound had healed.

My heart was back. I put my rose colored glasses back on, smiling.

Seeing the world through a lens I never thought I would be able to again. Feeling wanted, loved, desired, appreciated.

Ultimately turning the page. Finishing the chapter. Ending the book. The chaos. The madness. The turmoil.

Sitting down and snuggling up to a new one, a very different one. Calm. Quiet. Serene. Treasured.

Putting the episodes of last year to rest. Confident in my choices, my hunger.

Seeing that I am a gift.

Worthy of my requests to be answered without pause, and with enthusiasm.

Eagerness.

I can look in the mirror with conviction, without regret, without remorse.

Smiling.

Ready to take the next step for me.

At long last registering that I am not a penalty but a prize.

Xoxo,

C.