I keep expecting all areas of my life to miraculously get easier with the more introspective I get; the more I reflect, the more I live through things, the more I experience. I keep planting my mental and emotional feet into the ground, hoping that my boots will go deep enough so that nothing will ever be able to knock me over again.
The scary reality is this: it will never be easy again. If anything, thing swill continue to complicate themselves with time.
Lately, I feel like everyone needs me. It's as if I am the default lifesaver for so many situations that I sometimes wonder what's going to happen when I start drowning. The hard part is that so many people are running around me losing their minds that I feel so much pressure to keep my sanity, or we're all going to be hauled away by the whitecoats.
I think it's okay, though...
I'm here talking to you... assuming that you've kept reading. I'm still waking up in the mornings. I'm still loving and hurting and aching and singing. I'm still breathing.
And I'm still here for you if you need me.
