My word, Monica. This is so touching. You are definitely not just the cat lady in Apt 2D! You remain vivid. Wear something purple today. Put on your lipstick and get out there like the badass you are!
Touching thoughts, Monica. I have also grieved for the prior versions of my life a lot lately. I am not physically alone, but my husband and I have reached the "best friend" stage. I often feel alone even when I'm not. I find myself daydreaming about prior versions of my life. It isn't that I didn't get to live them out, they just didn't last long enough. But I'm still grateful for what I have in this stage of my life. It's just different.
There’s something sacred—and heartbreaking—about revisiting those prior versions of life. Not because they were perfect, but because they were full. Full of movement, meaning, even mess. And yes, they passed too quickly.
I know that quiet ache of being “not alone” but still feeling alone. It’s a strange space to hold—grateful and wistful at the same time.
What you said is so true: it’s not about regret, just the longing for what didn’t get to stretch out longer. Thank you for reminding me that gratitude and grief can live side by side. It’s just… different now. And that’s okay too.
Love this ❤️ and Felt it in My Soul 🫂🥰🦋🇨🇦
I, too, have sat and cried- like really let it all out ugly cried…
For who I was when I was young…
For how much Freedom she felt.
For how young I felt.
For when the World felt so much Safer… in an unsafe way.
We are all still Grieving…
Many of Us just don’t realize it yet, as we still get up daily and Vow to continue ❤️🦋💫🇨🇦
Oh sister… I felt you in this.
That kind of cry—the soul-deep, face-in-hands, time-traveling kind—is sacred.
It’s not weakness. It’s remembrance.
It’s your spirit bearing witness to everything you’ve carried… and everything you’re still becoming.
Yes—we’re grieving.
Not just what we’ve lost, but the versions of ourselves we didn’t get to live out fully.
And still—we rise. We vow. We show up.
Not because we’re unbroken… but because we’re undone and still willing.
Thank you for sharing this here.
“The versions of ourselves we didn’t get to live out fully” This!
Yes! Yes yes yes! 🙌🥰💫🦋💃🇨🇦
My word, Monica. This is so touching. You are definitely not just the cat lady in Apt 2D! You remain vivid. Wear something purple today. Put on your lipstick and get out there like the badass you are!
Touching thoughts, Monica. I have also grieved for the prior versions of my life a lot lately. I am not physically alone, but my husband and I have reached the "best friend" stage. I often feel alone even when I'm not. I find myself daydreaming about prior versions of my life. It isn't that I didn't get to live them out, they just didn't last long enough. But I'm still grateful for what I have in this stage of my life. It's just different.
There’s something sacred—and heartbreaking—about revisiting those prior versions of life. Not because they were perfect, but because they were full. Full of movement, meaning, even mess. And yes, they passed too quickly.
I know that quiet ache of being “not alone” but still feeling alone. It’s a strange space to hold—grateful and wistful at the same time.
What you said is so true: it’s not about regret, just the longing for what didn’t get to stretch out longer. Thank you for reminding me that gratitude and grief can live side by side. It’s just… different now. And that’s okay too.