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Off kilter, off balance, scattered, beaten...
After weeks of trying to describe it I think I've finally figured it out:
Out of synch
is what I am.
After three years of holding constantly onto the ground, and a year and a half of being discontent with where I was, I finally decided to uproot myself, but not until I had found another spot to latch onto and take root. What I thought was quick thinking turned out to be poor decision-making and my new home didn't have what I needed to survive. Another wrenching leap and my roots were free, and now I'm floating a few feet above the world, still spinning along its normal course below me. Things inside and out are moving at new speeds in different ways that I'm not used to, and foolish me, I forgot that the emotional laws of physics are as unbendable as those in the outside world.
For a while I was fine with just floating there, eyes to the heavens, ignoring the ground below flying past me, but little by little I feel myself reaching back toward the ground, latching onto a few pebbles, slowly bringing myself back down into the earth.
I think I'm ready to move with you all again. But momentum's working against me and every time I grab we're both in danger of tearing loose again. So I'll be gentle if you will, and try to get myself back up to speed with the universe.
It's just hard not to forget to enjoy the new vantage point, and that taking root doesn't mean dropping all my weight at once.
But things are better.
After weeks of trying to describe it I think I've finally figured it out:
Out of synch
is what I am.
After three years of holding constantly onto the ground, and a year and a half of being discontent with where I was, I finally decided to uproot myself, but not until I had found another spot to latch onto and take root. What I thought was quick thinking turned out to be poor decision-making and my new home didn't have what I needed to survive. Another wrenching leap and my roots were free, and now I'm floating a few feet above the world, still spinning along its normal course below me. Things inside and out are moving at new speeds in different ways that I'm not used to, and foolish me, I forgot that the emotional laws of physics are as unbendable as those in the outside world.
For a while I was fine with just floating there, eyes to the heavens, ignoring the ground below flying past me, but little by little I feel myself reaching back toward the ground, latching onto a few pebbles, slowly bringing myself back down into the earth.
I think I'm ready to move with you all again. But momentum's working against me and every time I grab we're both in danger of tearing loose again. So I'll be gentle if you will, and try to get myself back up to speed with the universe.
It's just hard not to forget to enjoy the new vantage point, and that taking root doesn't mean dropping all my weight at once.
But things are better.