Mourning, contentment, happiness. Today I choose happiness
Title: Tomorrow, I Walk
Subtitle: Choosing happiness — one step at a time
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It’s been almost a month since Angé died.
A month of ache and memory.
A month of learning how to miss her.
And these are my reflections on mourning, on contentment, on happiness.
Because tomorrow, I walk.
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🌻 Mourning
Mourning is the price we pay for deep love.
It’s raw.
It’s honest.
It changes by the hour.
Some days, it feels like the air is missing.
Other days, like I’m walking with her shadow beside me.
There are moments I still look for her, still say goodnight.
Still catch myself reaching out to share something she would have loved.
But one thing is clear: mourning is not a place to live forever.
It’s a passage — not a destination.
And I am walking through it now.
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🌻 Contentment
People talk about contentment as though it’s the end goal.
A calm heart. A quiet life. A peaceful cup of tea.
But I’ve learned something else:
Contentment can be a trap.
It can be a safe hiding place —
Where you no longer reach out, no longer risk joy.
Where you nod politely to life without fully rejoining it.
That’s not the life Angé lived.
And it’s not the life I want to live either.
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🌻 Happiness
So I choose something else.
I choose happiness.
Not the surface-level smile or polite “I’m fine” happiness.
But the deep, determined kind.
The kind that looks grief in the eye and says:
“I’m still here. I’m still living. I’m still going.”
The kind of happiness that honours Angé —
By walking forward
By noticing beauty
By planting hope.
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So tomorrow I begin walking the Portuguese Camino — from Lisbon to Santiago.
Not just to mourn.
But to remember.
To move.
To start again.
This walk is for Angé.
And for everyone who has lost someone and still found the courage to keep walking.
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Buen Camino.
Ian 🌻👣
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