Sour Lemons 🍋

They say time heals, but I think time just changes the shape of the weight you’re carrying.

Three years in, and I still have mornings where the air feels a little too heavy to move through. It’s strange to have built so much momentum, to have focused so hard on the journey from grief to gratitude, and then to wake up and realize that today, life has handed me a bag of lemons I didn’t ask for.

In the beginning, a bad day felt like a total collapse. Now, three years later, a bad day feels like a scratch on my favorite record.

I’ve learned that having a rough day doesn’t mean I’m back at square one. It doesn’t mean the work I’ve done to “just keep going” has vanished. It just means that even after three years, the loss of DT is still a part of who I am. Some days the sun is out, and some days the clouds roll back in.

Acknowledging a bad day doesn't mean that I’ve lost momentum; it means I am human. I have to remind myself that not every chapter of this journey is going to be perfect. Some days are just about the quiet grit it takes to simply exist when things feel sour.

I used to think a "bad" day was a setback for my goals. Now, I see it as a necessary pause. When life gives you lemons, you don’t have to rush to the kitchen. You can take a breath, honor the frustration, and trust that your foundation is strong enough to handle a little acidity.

We don't have to make the lemonade right away. Sometimes we just have to acknowledge the sour taste and know it won't last forever.