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To say that my current set of circumstances is challenging would be a rather gross understatement, but "leap and the net will appear" seems to remain a constant and, at times, terrifying presence in my life. I leapt and I'm still a little afraid and there're all these nets and I'm not sorry...much. It's already okay. It's going to keep being a little more okay until it's amazing. The progress is much slower than I'd prefer, but I've already learned a million things.
Thing One: Opening myself up is infinitely better than closing myself off. This net? I've created every strand of it by choosing it. There's a world full of lovely people making up those strands, helping it Be Okay. I am so grateful.
Thing Two: What I need when things are white-knuckled holding on and I'm drowning is not someone to pet and soothe and commiserate. I need to share and for them to share with me. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. I want to encourage and to be encouraged. No raging, no judging, no contests of who's got it worse. Just sharing. I hope someone who might be reading recognizes herself in this, even if she sounds like a regular person instead of the wise, sage, ethereal voice I imagined in my head :)
I would share more, but a million things is an awful lot to write and I need to sleep so I can wake refreshed, do what needs doing and keep choosing to create those strands.
I'm here and I give a shit. Whoever and wherever you are.
Thing One: Opening myself up is infinitely better than closing myself off. This net? I've created every strand of it by choosing it. There's a world full of lovely people making up those strands, helping it Be Okay. I am so grateful.
Thing Two: What I need when things are white-knuckled holding on and I'm drowning is not someone to pet and soothe and commiserate. I need to share and for them to share with me. The good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. I want to encourage and to be encouraged. No raging, no judging, no contests of who's got it worse. Just sharing. I hope someone who might be reading recognizes herself in this, even if she sounds like a regular person instead of the wise, sage, ethereal voice I imagined in my head :)
I would share more, but a million things is an awful lot to write and I need to sleep so I can wake refreshed, do what needs doing and keep choosing to create those strands.
I'm here and I give a shit. Whoever and wherever you are.