There has been quite a bit of reframing in my life lately. It’s overdue. For a few months things were hanging in the balance a bit: now, finally, I’m sensing a coming together of disparate pieces of my life.
One thing I’ve noticed, though, is that the temporary measures I put in place as a holding pattern eventually lulled me into a false sense of structure. There was no commitment, nothing was at stake. I settled quite happily into this lifestyle-of-the-present. Things were calm, tidy. It suited me.
My future came and got me. It’s here. And it’s full to bursting with commitment, and stuff at stake, and meaning. It’s full of chaos and laughter and worries and extended unanticipated searches for Mister Froggy. More cuddles than I’ve had for a pretty long time. A profound sense of privilege.
It’s been three weeks since my future arrived. I think I’m beginning to get the hang of it.
In this process of renovation I’ve had to take a wrecking ball to the frame of the life I’d thrown together. And good riddance: it was a flimsy thing and totally unsustainable. It would have blown over in a stiff wind anyway.
But tearing things down is always hard, even when it’s to build something better.
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