I cried last night.
I was reorganizing my closet, there was stuff I needed to move that was out of my reach.
It hit me like a ton of bricks that I couldn’t reach a shelf my elementary schoolers could.
The frustration just washed over me.
There was no making it better by crying.
It didn’t stop the tears from coming.
Yeah, it’s better than the alternative.
I’m glad to be with the people I love most.
It doesn’t mean that I don’t hurt when faced with the reality of what I have to accept as life now.
It means that the hurt is there but I have learned to let those tears out and move on.