Something has come into my life in the past few months that I don’t really ever remember feeling. Safe space. I have space, within a relationship, within the circle of someone’s arms, within the spaces of conversation and of shared silences, within which I can (finally, dear God) take a deep breath. Where I don’t have to be anything but what I am. Where, even if I fail (define “fail”, please, Karen), I am loved and accepted and cherished as though I were just the most amazingly wonderful person ever. No matter what. In the midst of all of the creative chaos of my life, this is such an unexpected blessing.
Part of me is still trying to wrap her little head around it all.
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