I’ve been off balance this week. A new job with a schedule that is wreaking havoc on my sense of comfort and serenity.
But this journey. This discovery of me is all about feeling the itch in my own skin.
Embracing change. Exploring hesitancy.
Taking that step forward even though my heart is relaying an Abort! message in Morse Code. Hearing comprised. The taste of guilt and nightmares drying the tongue.
Then the black corners retreat.
Muscle memory swells. Small tears that will realign. Lend balance. Strengthen resolve.
Next time.
It may not be graceful. Trembling lips and bloodied knuckles.
But each victory is mine. To celebrate. To strategize.
To filter the taste that stagnancy deposited during all those years of languor.
Absorbing it keeps me moving forward.
Itching for the next encounter.
Without having to resort to this:
