So this morning, very, very early this morning, it hit me like a ton of bricks that I had changed irrevocably but the rest of the world had stayed the same.
What do you do with a revelation like that?
Suddenly, everything about my old life, about the me that was, was simply not relevant or important. I wanted to know how I had changed and what was this process that was waking me up in the wee hours of a dark and wintry Melbourne morning to trumpet the truth.
As I start to weave together the many new threads that appeared on my journey, I begin to see patterns. Aspects of the trip suddenly occur to me and I find myself swept away on a tide of emotion and introspection as I attempt to apply the learning and understanding to my current situation. I am being reminded constantly of the many ways in which my journey has changed me forever. I am being given opportunities to change, again. One thing I know for sure now - I am strong. Strong enough now to cope. Wise enough to choose the path that makes me happy. Knowing that it is only me who can choose this path, the responsibility for my own life is solely mine...
I'm going to learn how to weave. It may take some time but I'm sure I'll get there. After all, I flew halfway round the world to find myself, didn't I?