I was so scared and ridiculously nervous, unsure of what to expect.
It was weird, comforting, awkward and familiar all at once, if that makes sense.
Kind of like meeting up with your best friend after years of not talking. Knowing what's there (or what used to be there) at the core, but not sure in what other ways you may have changed.
Would we still like each other?
Would things be the same as before?
What needs to change NOW in order for us to get along?
My biggest fear though? Not liking it anymore. Because that's always my biggest fear. I don't want it to all be for nothing.
I was worried I would open it, read the first couple of pages, and wonder what the heck I was thinking. I only got about six pages in, and I am still undecided because my nerves haven't quite settled as yet.
I guess the thing is--just like with great friends--you don't let go that easily. You put in the extra effort to make it work. You hang on for dear life and try to make it better, even when it attempts to slip away.
Ultimately... YOU DON'T GIVE UP... even when it seems too hard. Even when it seems like it can't be fixed, make sure you put up a good fight - especially when it's to save something you believe in.
Because you know what? It's never all for nothing. You always learn. You always take away.
And you keep moving forward.
Have you guys ever felt this way after coming back to your MS after a long time? What did you do?