Thinking about my weekend ….

Thinking about my weekend ….

More often than not these days, I spend weekends in different locations with old friends, new friends, mini team Rigden, on my own, indoors, outdoors, calm, chaotic …. Regardless, there is a common theme.

There’s always an awareness of the tickets I’ve been handed. I’m aware & equally so are those I share the time with. Love is also, a large part of each weekend.

Feeling the love that’s changed, moved. Carrying it within me, soaking up more love that’s abundant & present.

Keeping busy seemed a sensible option in those early days of a different life, anything to feel excited about, find a glimmer of joy lurking. Yes, I’ll be there, thanks for the invite. I must admit, exhaustion set in, but the positive way of thinking also set in. Gently, gratitude & positivity rewired a mixed up mind.

Those tickets, that arrived with widowhood, not knowing how they would feel. How I’d carry them, if I was strong enough. I hold them tight, I’m proud of them, they are a part of me that I hold close, they’ve taught me so much about myself, life, loss, love & laughter.

The legacy of those that we’ve lost lives within us, we hold the tickets to a way of living differently. Love travels with us, love changes, it chases us, surrounds us ❤

Hold those tickets tight, to love your circles, friendships, new ways …. Think positively to rewire the confusion that set in as life collapsed.

The weekend held a ticket to more fun, team time, memories & magic.

Past times, the memories mingled with the present to lead the way to joy, held together with hope & some big hearts. ♥

Those tickets cost us dearly, an expense we would never have been prepared for.

Hold them tight, be proud. Seek the joy in life.

Michelle ❤