When You’re Overwhelmed, Love Is Not Optional — She’s the Answer
I feel like I have so much time, and feel like I have none. And so I breathe. Deep breath in. Slower breath out. And with each breath, my confidence grows.
I feel like I have so much time, and feel like I have none. And so I breathe. Deep breath in. Slower breath out. And with each breath, my confidence grows.
What if I had enough in the bank? Would I need to wait to move until I found a job, or could I just move?! I knew the answer when I asked the question.
I heard the drip of rain. At my 11 o’clock, running water. At my 9 o’clock, birds communicating. And between all of those noises, I heard stillness.
Love is the clanging of cymbals when there is none—loud in absence and full in its presence. We don’t get to dictate love. This isn’t a movie we direct.
Hair falls from my head like leaves fall off trees and petals fall off flowers. Shedding—letting go—one of the most natural parts of nature.
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
God is love — and God created us in love, by love, for love. Compare me to love and love alone! Love doesn’t compete or compare, she simply EXISTS.
Don’t keep love hidden like you do the numbers of dollars in your bank account. No! Share love like immigrants share food, trees share oxygen, and the sun shares her rays. ♡
Uncle Ralph died at 67—retirement age. I used to think, ‘I can’t wait to move abroad when I retire.’ Now I know: I can’t afford to wait to live. I don’t want anyone to learn who I am at my funeral. I want to be known now.”
I’m leaving the U.S. Not to flee, but to free. Freedom isn’t free. It’s costing me something—the familiar, the known.