Just want to record the first time that I have been able to begin, *really* begin to embrace the next chapter in my life, as not including an adoption.
The death of a dream is difficult. Makes me sad, on one hand.
Feels like progress, on the other.
Actually felt a flicker of interest in thinking of several things that I might be able to accomplish in the next chapters of my life.
These things do not feel more important or like better ways to spend my lifetime, just different.
And maybe, just maybe...I'll be OK with that.