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The Demon Who Knows That Moving Forward Means Leaving Something Behind
A strange sense of loss this morning. A din of loss. But why? Is it something I'm losing, going to lose? Is it someone else's loss that I feel at a distance? Is it the release of emotions as they are cleared from my system, a result of the latest loss? What was going on in my life the last time I was here? What can I do to process it?Denial I know won't work. The only way I know is acceptance. I accept the loss that is moving through my life. I am made of nothing that it can't pass through. I am not at its mercy. I will continue to be who and what I am no matter what comes. Changed, yes, but that change is part of who and what I am, who and what I will be. I am grateful for loss. It means that I have the ability to move on.
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