After weeks of wondering if I should take action, after pondering over the repercussions, after deciphering why it was I wanted to do what I was contemplating (to no avail, at least at that moment), I finally decided to test the ratty old bridge and make my way across it. If it was to break, and I was to fall, I was to fall, but making it to the other side was worth the risk to me.
Now here I am, happy to be here, but whilst I thought coming to this side would put my mind to rest the opposite actually happened. One thing though, I thought that maybe I wanted to come here because I couldn’t, or because I needed to forgive and feel forgiven but in all actuality I know now I wanted to come because I missed being here.
Lots to think about, and believe me, my mind is reeling.
