I think I need to stop chasing someone else’s idea of a good time. I enjoy sitting in coffee shops, sleeping in and waking up to an empty apartment, lounging idly on the beach. This is my reminder to myself that I don’t need ruins, out-of-the-way locales, or grand sweeping vistas every day to feel fulfilled in my travels. A reminder not to engage in comparisons, to return to myself when I do inevitably find myself engaging in them, and as always, to be kind to the best of my ability.
The small things are what have been having the biggest impact on me and sticking to my heart;
A little sense of calm opening up in my chest, even if only for a few moments. Seemingly infinite grains of sand like tiny little stones. Fading into the background of everyday life, just another human on the city bus on their way to somewhere. Families laughing together in the sun. Realizing that the current hip fashion trend here is 90’s Seattle. Trying to pick out the different languages among the din of conversations at a crowded coffee shop. Perfumes and aftershaves. Flags fluttering in the wind. An unexplained, unknown smile between people I will never know. Waves crashing. A little blue beetle crawling across the dirt, blissfully unaware of the clap of thunder in the distance and the imminent downpour. The sounds of unseen birds filling the air. Coincidences. The pitter-patter of light rain. Sitting without talking. Wildflowers blazing orange and purple against the off-white of the dust, dirt and stones. Wondering about myself again. Searching.
I think I keep waiting for some kind of big “ah-hah!” moment that may not even come. Even if it is, waiting for it is making me miss all the steps along the way. I’m trying to attune myself to the present. This present. A new present. A present that doesn’t make sense to me just yet.
Swirling together with the sense of discovery and freedom is the loss and longing that still need to be felt in order to teach me what I need to know. It’s hard to balance those two truths, those two realities — to hold them and cherish them both at the same time. That struggle is familiar and painful and exciting, and it never seems to get any easier.
My heart still feels so heavy. Incomplete. Missing something. I am in a wholly new space. I miss the old space so much. It hurts just to write the word “old.” I want to stay with this pain when I can — not let it die or disappear, but to grieve with my whole heart for the loss of such an unfathomable love. I want to let it in, let it take hold of me, let it wrap itself around my heart for a little while — to let the grief and sorrow fill me down to the marrow of my bones. To honor. To rejoice. To remember.
One day I will search myself again and find something besides that sorrow. The light will flow back in, and back out, and back in again. Progress is not linear. Life is not a straight line. Be kind to and forgive yourself as often as you can.
-w.