Good things take time. I know what it’s like to have your heart broken. And also, I know what it’s like to forgive, little by little, over and over, a little more each day. I know what it’s like to breathe fresh clean air again after a long stretch of choking on the fumes of anger. And I know now that I can trust myself, that I can belong to myself, that belonging to something larger than myself is lovely but isn’t for every season. It’s a little lonelier out here, a little rockier. I’m learning to make myself a home in the wilderness, in the unbelonging itself.
