Today I cut a tie.
I felt it sever and let go.
I had held on to it without thought.
But being free of it felt liberating.
Maybe part of me needed to see that I could still be strong when the need called for it.
Part of me just needed to see there was still a need for me.
Yes, I’m still working to make my parts work.
I walk. I write. I cry. I strengthen.
I let go.
It felt good.
I realized that with strokes, a coma, rehab, rebuilding my world, having to learn to live in a wheelchair…everything else is pretty small stuff.