Dear Lord please walk with me
Amazed at how happy I've been at the little things. I really don't think I've ever been this gushy/excitable/beamy about the very things that I'm all that about these days. Sometimes it makes me feel silly, needy, dependent, impressionable, soft - but I still recognise myself, and I think that makes things okay.
I think I've been stingy with such emotions and reactions for the longest time. Been hedging it generously with over-analysis and pessimism, much like how you touch a hot kettle, get scalded, have your finger scab, forget about the episode for some time, touch the kettle again and go through the same motions.
I feel that I'm breaking this cycle/ emotional limbo, letting my defenses down and having more of myself spill over. Learning to embrace vulnerability instead of shunning it because I honestly think that is the only way to love.
I'm happy to love, happy to open my hands to catch, and happy to risk the blisters and bruises.
I think I've been stingy with such emotions and reactions for the longest time. Been hedging it generously with over-analysis and pessimism, much like how you touch a hot kettle, get scalded, have your finger scab, forget about the episode for some time, touch the kettle again and go through the same motions.
I feel that I'm breaking this cycle/ emotional limbo, letting my defenses down and having more of myself spill over. Learning to embrace vulnerability instead of shunning it because I honestly think that is the only way to love.
I'm happy to love, happy to open my hands to catch, and happy to risk the blisters and bruises.