It must suck to be you, left unremembered, beating bold and quiet beneath the plaster I've fashioned around you. You've listened and waited throughout my stupid struggle, like a lost driver refusing to use the road atlas. Those who quit you completely are a pig-headed breed, bitter and spitting sour defense. I won't join their ranks... but better to run to a thing than away from. Those who've befriended you laugh easy, and everything that is inside an easy laugh is theirs.
I've come to dig you out; it might get dusty. Hold on - you're resilient, built to bear bad weather. I've been treating you like China, precious and on a pedestal; but the science books classify you as a muscle. Time to let you shine.
When you're out here in the air of reality, remember these things:
- people are generally really nice, let them on in
- trust your gut with boundaries
- you are not what you do
- when you come up against a wall, don't imitate the wall
- when you say yes to others, make sure you aren't saying no to yourself
- fail big
*photo by me, on a trail walk one evening