Day Eight

Today I am celebrating:

Letting Go

I love watching Sue Thomas, FBI. It's based on the true story of Sue Thomas, a deaf woman who alongside her hearing dog Levi joined the FBI and was a major part of it's team in Washington. The show features a great cast, and essentially a toned-down CSI, NCIS, whatever law-type show you like. But the part that always gets me (aside from the wonderment of whether or not Sue and Jack will ever actually be allowed to be together) is that Sue is a Christian, and not afraid to show it. Yesterday's episode was about a wedding she was going to where a bunch of her highschool classmates who were her tormentors then would also be attending. Sure enough they broke into rude comments, and Sue felt like she was 17 again. But an amazing thing happened. The next day one of the classmates came back and appologized. After he left Sue ran to be alone. When Lucy found her Sue told her how it all came rushing back, and how God gives you strength, and puts just the right people and things in your path to help you let go.
Part 2. This week Dave finally gave me permission to take down our wedding photos and replace them with others. I didn't want to get rid of them, but we do have two wedding albums, and most people have already seen them. I felt like by showcasing all of them I was trapped in a day, rather then living my marriage. Now that they're down, I feel hugely relieved, as if showcasing our first year of marriage rather than the wedding was a way to move on, to get past the things that weren't perfect about the day, and be able to move forward. It's been a tough year. I won't deny it. But we're stronger for it.
Part 3. Today one of the women I work with in the school told me about a former classmate who had come up to her and appologized for the way he treated her in highschool. Like Sue, at the time words from this man would have given her value, made her something. Now, it's just another chapter in a book she's already put on the shelf.
Part 4. Months ago Dave asked if I could get rid of some of my books. For any book lover/ collector, you know how difficult this can be. But I felt like it was time. There is now a huge fire hazard pile of books on the floor waiting to be given away (or burned in a couple cases), and I feel as if a weight has been lifted from me. I need to keep moving forward, getting ready for what's ahead, and not lingering in the past. I'm putting Algoma, all it's heartaches and troubles behind me, and looking forward to starting a Journalism program in the fall. It's time. Things are coming full circle.