I got up early on Sunday so that I could cry. How does one explain that they are broken? Being broken, how does one go about acting normal? One just does.. somehow. I spent the rest of that day with some really wonderful ladies.. an old friend and a new. I rarely get to spend time with others who practice as I do. We spent the day talking shop and just hanging about. It was needed. This morning, I was once again melancholy. I put on the compass my fellow hedger gifted me for Yule and reminded myself that we make choices for a reason.. and those choices come with consequences. It is those such choices that help to forge our path and the lessons, even the painful ones, come to us for a reason. I am lucky to have such support on my journey.. is there anything better than support without judgment? Right the now, I don’t think so. These choices made? I feel that they are true and for the best. That really is all one could ask for. My compass reminds me to stay the course, even when I may not want to. My lesson? Letting go is sometimes the best thing you can do for the ones you love.