Lately, I’ve had some anger surfacing.
Anger that he died.
Anger that he left me alone.
Anger that I have to live my life differently.
Anger that the future we planned is not going to happen.
Don’t get me wrong… I love my life. I love where it’s headed. I love the choices I am making.
But I’m angry that I HAD to make the choices.
While there is something amazing in having freedom, I was never one who wanted it. I wanted the plan.
Too many choices confuses me.
But… I have the choice. I have the freedom. It’s an awesome dichotomy of “I want this but damn I wish I didn’t have to” going on in my head.
Life is a mass of contridictions. And so am I.