Much like the, “perfect,” body, the, “right amount,” of success, or, “just enough,” money, the minute I experience what I perceive to be balance, my ideal changes, and I’m left chasing a new one.
I haven’t figured out how to have the relationships, hobbies, spiritual life, work life, and love…
In my very first blog post I wrote About:
Reflection + honesty + a teeny tiny bit of action > fear (every time, and without fail.)
I thought it was a good premise for a blog. It gave me something to write about that seemed like it could be important…
Black and white, dusk and dawn, ebb and flow, zero control. And yet I fight.
Pressing, pulling, pushing, square pegs, round holes, overflow. And still I fight.
Drifts in the wind fall left, down right, blows up, winds down slowly circling toward who knows.
Does it weep when it lands…
Let’s Talk About the Good Stuff
I got sober a little over a year and a half ago. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I expected it to be hard. In fact, I expected it to be unbearable. I was as prepared as I could have been…
My love for you is as unique and individual as you
My only desire, to let go of desire, and allow
Evolution, without expectation, as the driving force
My only request, that you may be you and I may be me
And that we allow time to decide what to do with the we