September has been a month of learning and being reminded of things I already knew but may have forgotten. Some things I didn’t want to learn but I knew I needed to pay attention. Sometimes we only have one chance to learn and we better listen good.
Before the month had barely started I learned that the death angel doesn’t really care who you are.
On September 4th I learned that little children should not have to spend a Saturday attending their father’s funeral.
The days following, I learned that the show must and will go on. One step in front of the other.
Yesterday, I learned that I’m stronger than I thought I was.
But today I learned that sometimes I’m not as strong as I need to be.
Each and every day I’m learning to love a little better.
And just when I thought I had learned to let go, I find myself holding on a little tighter.