Do you remember how you saw the world as a child?
I believed life was shaped like a plateau.
You grow, you learn, you find yourself.
You decide who you will be.
Sometimes you’re the one
who purposefully brings the scaffolding down.
The decision was terrifying,
but somehow you mustered the courage.
Despite the fear of all the unknown
lurking on the other side.
Now matter how the change was brought about…
There it is.
Sitting squarely in your life, wreaking havoc.
But then comes the stage
that I have come to love.
Knocking at that door in my chest
and taking a step inside again.
I build a new nest
woven from brutal self honesty
and refreshing clarity.
It’s at once a
terrifying and exhilarating process.
And each downturn is an opportunity
to revise and rebuild myself.
Til the day I die
I will be in the process of revising myself.
I understand this now.
And, oh, it is liberating and beautiful.
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