To leave
is to arrive.

Strange, isn’t it?
You walk away from something
—a job, a place, a story—
and suddenly
you’re in new ground.
Unsteady, yes.
But sacred all the same.

We think of leaving as loss.
But sometimes it’s invitation.
Sometimes it’s the first honest word
you’ve spoken in years.

Leaving isn’t always loud.
Sometimes it’s quiet.
A decision made in the middle of the night.
A breath held a little too long.
A truth finally admitted:
“This is no longer home.”

But we don’t always know
what we’re arriving at.
That’s the hard part.

We like arrivals that make sense,
wrapped in clarity and closure.
But most arrivals look like uncertainty.
Like wandering.
Like wilderness.

You leave.
Not because you stopped caring.
But because something deeper
started to stir.
And it wouldn’t let you stay.

And what if
that ache in your chest
isn’t just grief—
but hope
trying to breathe again?

#abdlent #ANPC