your analogies are simply so... I guess "poignant" is a word created for such occasions.
and yes, exiting the worry door truly only works step by step, no matter how small.
been in such a massive shift since my autism realization almost two years ago now, that I am simultaneously looking to her, 5 years older than me, and her of all those past 40 years... in all her trials and tribulations and hopeful versions as she tried to leave the worry time and time again...
the day my first substack post will go online, is going to be the day I finally exited the room...
We celebrate every step forward and every illusionary step back in and out of the room. Perhaps we are always in the waiting room of worry and that's okay to embrace in this silly, messy, oddly beautiful experience. Cheers toward all forms of momentum xx
something i was reading at a coffee shop this morning -- when we finally face our fear of the unknown, we face true death and we finally begin to live. love you my angel.
beauty
feeling gushy on this subby always x
your analogies are simply so... I guess "poignant" is a word created for such occasions.
and yes, exiting the worry door truly only works step by step, no matter how small.
been in such a massive shift since my autism realization almost two years ago now, that I am simultaneously looking to her, 5 years older than me, and her of all those past 40 years... in all her trials and tribulations and hopeful versions as she tried to leave the worry time and time again...
the day my first substack post will go online, is going to be the day I finally exited the room...
We celebrate every step forward and every illusionary step back in and out of the room. Perhaps we are always in the waiting room of worry and that's okay to embrace in this silly, messy, oddly beautiful experience. Cheers toward all forms of momentum xx
"Can I kneel to the in-between moments that have zero clarity?"
Your words are the elixir to my woes -- the serum to my parched skin. I'll come back to this as I leave the purity culture of "knowing what's next."
something i was reading at a coffee shop this morning -- when we finally face our fear of the unknown, we face true death and we finally begin to live. love you my angel.