Life’s Got You

Looking out of the gym window, I see a man carrying his young daughter. She’s fast asleep. Head on his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his neck. Feet and legs hooked around his waist.

Sometimes I long for this.

To give up all responsibility to another.

To have someone support me so fully that all that’s left for me to do is to let go.

To just be.

Knowing that I am safe and protected and supported.

I remember those days when I was little.

When we’d arrive home after a car trip.

And I’d pretend to be asleep in the back.

Until my dad came and plucked me from my seat and carried me indoors to my bed.

I looked like that girl then.

Head on his shoulder. Arms wrapped around his neck. Feet and legs hooked around his waist.

How nice it is to feel that there is nothing for you to do. That you are taken care of so completely.

At 32 those days are long gone.

Now the responsibility lies with me.

But it gets tiring at times. Taking responsibility for your life.

And in those moments of tiredness I try to remember: I *am* supported.

I *am* taken care of.

I can rest my head on the shoulder of life. Wrap my arms around its neck and hook my legs and feet around its waist.

And there I can give in, give up, let go and rest a while, knowing that life’s got me.

Supported.

Protected.

Taken care of.