Everything is different. Different in the sense that, not only are stakes higher, but that the measure of height appears to be limitless. I’m beginning to forget what life was like pre-you.
It’s not that I feel less independent or capable, but I’m increasingly aware that my capabilities don’t have a valid weight on these scales. The yearning for balance remains, yet it’s a challenge to hold together the beliefs that comprise my stance. The need to be right just swirls away like a maple seed helicopter, frantically spinning, desperate to find solid ground.
I’m learning to listen more than I ever have, and to allow the safety of love to dissolve the residue of unsurety that clouds the waters of my soul.