So time has passed and goals were achieved... It is lovely to have aimed and tried and to have then done. It was tougher than I thought it ever would be and to be honest, it took more than it gave. Or perhaps that is still just how it feels. I gave it everything and I think I am yet to fully heal. Stress is a funny thing. Insidious. With tentacles. I am still picking them off.
But now there is a future. Tiny pinpricks of What Might Be, are twinkling in the sunlight. I am good at what I do and when I am doing it, I am happy and whole. Finding a space to be that person, out there, in the world, is proving harder than expected. It is deflating and lets those tentacles wrap themselves around and about. But we again persevere. If we think laterally and in shades of grey, instead of black and white, then I am sure an answer will come. All we need do, is keep putting one foot in front of the other...
But now there is a future. Tiny pinpricks of What Might Be, are twinkling in the sunlight. I am good at what I do and when I am doing it, I am happy and whole. Finding a space to be that person, out there, in the world, is proving harder than expected. It is deflating and lets those tentacles wrap themselves around and about. But we again persevere. If we think laterally and in shades of grey, instead of black and white, then I am sure an answer will come. All we need do, is keep putting one foot in front of the other...
