Detachment, sometimes we just get our turn

Last year my house burned down in a total loss fire. I watched everything turn to smoke and ash. In one nightmare of a night I was left barefoot in pajamas on the sidewalk in February.

Talk about a lesson in detachment!! There wasn’t a choice. Oh wait, but there was a choice within me to surrender.

This last year has been a wild, traumatic, grief stricken, blessed beyond belief insane hell of a year!

My home was rebuilt and we moved back in just shy of a year to the day.

Now I’m living in a larger gratitude than ever while also loosening my grip on everything with the wisdom that none of it is mine to keep and I am so mega lucky just to get my turn.

And while I’ve got my turn, I will take care of everything with so much love. I know it’s ok to not be ready to let go and some things take more processing to release.

But it is the temporary status that also makes everything more beautiful in the moment. This has all shaped me to become more present to the moment.

So my old (and temporary story) was single mom of two, homeless from house fire… omg who’s writing this script?! 🤣

New story… I am a woman who is so much stronger, funnier and more resilient than I knew possible.

What’s your old/new story?

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