The journey was so long.
While I’m happy to see it over, it’s as if there is the exhaustion you experience once crossing the finish line at the end of a long race. You’re happy it’s over, you succeeded, but you’re tired.
It’s a weird story that will be attached to many of our lives, for the rest of our lives.
We had to stick with it for over 4-years, having faith this would be the outcome.
It was always going to be part of the story. The victory.
I will sleep tonight, for the first night since December of 2020, without it being an overhang.
It’s a strange reality. Because now… Now it’s time to see if it can live up to what it was supposed to be.
Boy, am I glad that chapter is over. But the best part of the story is still being written.