Today, the 25th of June. My list of my nearest and dearest loved ones, cut from 6 to 3, halved.
As the days, months and years in my life progress, I move forward with less people, burdens and stress. In direction of what I’d like to presume is in furtherance of my happiness. Letting go of people like the strings of balloons I once gripped so tight as a young girl at a birthday party. Just like back then, I now too treating this sad event as one I now more older and wiser realize is actually celebratory.
Marking everyone in my book as another lesson learned attributing them to who I am now, today in my calander of life.