As I age, I realize just how much tenacity it requires to think of every possible outcome, of every possible scenario.
Breaths I’ve held, unnecessarily anticipating the sound of the other shoe falling above my head, as if expecting it to fall through the ceiling, to pelt me.
Moments missed as I pondered over the delusions I created in my mind.
The magic began when I became honest with myself, acknowledging my contribution to my hardships, and practicing recalibration in my body and mind.
Accepting my role in my own happiness instead of begging others for liberation, I traded codependence for interdependence, leaving my heart open and properly cared for.
The strength I used to pour into my denial is now fueling the practices I’ve gained along the way, recognizing the beauty in real time.
Maturing was mandatory for me to live fully. Here I am, open, grateful, calm.