We TVO "So You Think You Can Dance" to watch together. It's something that we've done since season 1. "Say Something," was one of this week's dances, and the theme is that two friends, of which the man is interested in something more, and he gives up, finally has the woman thinking that there might be something more, triggered the hell out of me.
I started sobbing. Not crying, not tearing, but sobbing with all of the ugly after affects of snot, etc. Sobbing, with tears, snot, clutching of shirt, the entire ugly crying THANG all at once. Just crying uncontrollably over what could have been.
And it led to both of us talking about what was, what we did, what we could have been, and what we could be now. From now on. It was not pretty, but it was honest and raw. And real.
And we are on the same page. That what did not work, that which could work, and what we could be from this point on.
Yeah. It had painful elements. But, it had honesty, truth, and hope. And I choose to believe the latter. Hope.
May we all have legitimate hope.
Imagine a ship trying to set sail while towing an anchor. Cutting free is not a gift to the anchor. You must release that burden, not because the anchor is worthy, but because the ship is.
D-Day, June 10, 2012