Backing up my rear tire hit the edge of a little stump and the sidewall blew out with a loud “whoosh”.
No fixing that. No way to plug it or patch it or make it work for just a little longer.
That tire was toast.
I bought a new one.
But imagine if that wasn’t an option. Imagine if I had to take the ripped apart shreds of what was left of that tire and cobble it together to make do. Imagine if it barely held air, had to be pumped up each morning and needed attention every mile or so just to keep going.
That would be exhausting and enough to make you wonder if traveling anywhere was worth it.
That’s how my heart feels these past days.
When Dominic ran ahead to heaven it was like my heart exploded into a thousand tiny bits. So many fragments with no way to put them back together.
But getting a new heart isn’t an option-I’m stuck with this broken one.
And I have to keep on going. Even when it takes every ounce of energy to hold it together, even when I can barely make two steps without feeling like it’s going to fall apart again, even when I want to give up.
So today, and maybe tomorrow too, I’m going to just sit here.
I’m going to give myself permission to acknowledge that my heart is broken, I feel deflated and defeated and pushing through is not something I have to do if I don’t feel like I can.
I’m pretty sure the feeling will pass.
I’ll gather strength and manage to glue the bits back together in a day or two, add air and travel on.
I always do.