I don't know what the cure is for feeling a lot like you're in the middle of things. A how-to remember that love is life and life is love. Some days, come with more resolve than others; I know exactly what I want to say and to whom. I waste no time waiting for a text, because the day is long and so are the possibilities. We feel inspired, in tune, connected to whatever it is that we love the most. We live in the moment, stripped of fear, and we feel limitless, vast, up for anything, and anything is up for us, too. Some days, are so clear and so obviously ours to take. Others, I wake up and can
barely decide what to wear. My indecision towards these black overalls or those mom jeans, really just means I'm too distracted to tell what I feel, want, or maybe even need. I know that I'm a flustered girl, at times, with my mind always on one thing or another; I'm worrisome, and that may never really change. Still, I wouldn't consider myself to be high-maintenence. Or, not the type of high-maintenance that I find to be most annoying, at least.
It's unfortunate that sometimes what fuels us is what has hurt us before. But letting go, is love, too.
Ride the Wave,
in the middle of things, to cry for help, if you need to. To remember, that after all, the sky is always blue and you can't spend today, or any day, as someone else.
It's sunny and it's warm, and I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
Photos by Lauren Gould.