I’ve been looking right for a while now, and life seems to be going left suddenly.
It’s difficult to articulate all I’m feeling right now, so finding the words to write feels like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. Raw. Resistant.
Tomorrow feels like a big day as I gear up to go to a place that feels unwelcoming, traumatic, broken and wholly uncertain. A place that used to feel like home but now echoes with changed meanings.
Some journeys require more courage than others. This one asks for armour; I’m not sure I have. But perhaps vulnerability is its own kind of strength.
I’m gently carrying myself toward tomorrow, acknowledging that it’s okay to feel uncertain and afraid. These feelings are valid witnesses to change.
