“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you just can’t utter.” ~James Earl Jones
The last three weeks in Toronto have been a blur. A blur of stretched out days and nights, long walks, deep conversations, vulnerable revelations, raw exposure of fear and an overall expansion of the heart. My heart has become lovingly educated, grown exponentially and somehow turned wiser. I feel like a have a whole new family here and have become very close with this cohort of African staff. We will all soon be spread out across the beautiful continent of Africa and I am sad knowing we will be saying good-bye to each other in a week. However, we have shared something special here in Canada that is unbreakable. I am so incredibly grateful for it all.
I’ve realized over the last few weeks that not only has my heart grown in size to encapsulate greater and more substantive love, it has healed. I I have truly shed what has been and am ready for the next chapter of my life to begin. I have released doubts and resentments that no one knows about. I have made new promises to myself including the promise to accept where I am at. I have let go of a story that I have always been attached to, and it is no longer costing me my life. I will soon be turning another year older, and with the wiping away of 33, I look ahead with a feeling of limitlessness. There is nothing I cannot do.