|Distances travelled; miles beyond miles left to go.
||[Jan. 5th, 2016|08:58 am]
My son stands in the pale white light streaming in from a frosted window, pretending that his painted rocks are being attacked and I chuckle.
He's going to be five in 3 months and 4 days.
How is that possible?
What is time?
It's moments slipped through fingertips when I am not paying attention.
I've been absent minded so often, I just never saw this coming.
My life has changed, again and again.
Are you surprised?
Transition is my way of life. Change is my only constant and I am perfectly okay with that.
Even in that, I find myself standing as someone else's rock.
I love to be depended on.
I just hope that I've picked the right place this time.
I feel at home again.
Four months have gone by and I don't find myself making lists of reasons to stay (and for once it's because it doesn't make sense to me to leave)
Yet another version of me.
I feel like I know myself...as much as I can.
I trust me. I know i'm trying.
I am not my depression, I am not my past, I am not my mistakes. I am not the pain given to me.
I'm just me.