The other day at the playground, my 2 year old said while being pushed on the swing. "I hold onto the chains sometimes."
Wow.
It hit me as a really beautiful metaphor. I know I've held onto the chains I felt like I had around me when I was a prisoner in my marriage.
Even when I was gone, those chains were around my heart, squeezing me emotionally. My brain got in the game too and has felt like it's in a vice dealing with legal issues, restraining orders, paperwork, pressing charges, lawyers. Chains chains chains.
Breaking free! "Fly, be free!" as my kiddo learned from my cousin (yep, it's a Mork and Mindy quote). :)