Reflecting On The Year That Is Almost Over
Mourning past endings while anticipating new beginnings
I watch as the trees gradually let go of their leaves, creating a beautiful carpet of magnificent hues outside my window. Cooler temperatures roll in, and soon thick snow flurries will drape the entire landscape like a blanket.
As the year is soon coming to a close, I’m pondering on the impact of endings. It’s usually around this time that the emotions build up and start messing with my mind. I want to hold on just a little longer, refusing to let things go.
Endings bring about new beginnings, as one converges with the other. I accept that life is a constant movement. As reality dawned upon me, I’m feeling the discomfort of having to sit through a transition, some of which I’m not prepared or ready to shift.
This moment of reflection forces me to embrace the sadness and confusion that are associated with endings. Yet, I know that the life I once knew will never again be.
Regardless of the events or circumstances, the common thread throughout this journey is me. There are plans I had at the beginning that will never come to fruition because certain people and places are no longer a part of my life. The heartache remains nearly as painful as when it first took place.
