Life can be so awkwardly cruel and beautiful at the same time.
One minute I’m at a funeral, the next I’m at a birthday dinner, both celebrating the life of two young men with hearts bigger than all the galaxies.
One day it’s dark, the next it’s light.
One day it’s chaos, the next it’s peace.
One day it’s stormy, the next it’s sunny.
It’s not good, it’s not bad, it just is.
Do you ever feel like you’re being squished through the eye of a needle, almost forced into the next season of life, but you’re so emotionally wasted on the current lows and highs that you can’t even muster enough clarity and courage to move, let alone care?
You’re just wandering around aimlessly in a glazed-eyed numbness because, for the first time in your life, you truly realize how temporary we are, how temporary it all is and how very few people notice.
The thing is: for me, my life has never been this good. I love my people, I love my job, I love myself, I love my life.
But it’s an uncomfortable place to be. My anchor is shaking and my ease is gasping for air. The waves are stuffing me into the unknown and I’m feeling unsteady.