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Sep 09Taffy & Giraffes.
The way we process things will always both thrill and baffle me. From the things we stretch like laffy taffy in to major messes to the big things we attempt to hide, similar to trying hiding an elephant behind a giraffe, ha. And it never changes but it’s always different. I’ve been thinking a lot about how I handle situations that I can’t control. Half the time I’m humbled to silence and the other half I’m shouting out demands for movement. It’s nothing new for me to live in the extremes, but it’s always interesting to feel the push and pull. It’s a strange thing to admit I can’t do this all alone and yet have the voice in the back of my head begging me to take control of everything I can get my hands on. What it boils down to is a chance to change my attitude on what I’ve been shown as ‘the way to be’ into ‘the way I think it could be’. It’s risky. It’s uncomfortable. But like a lot of things lately, it’s a step that needs to be taken.
I don’t have to do this all alone.
In fact, the few times in my life I’ve allowed someone to take care of me have been probably some of the best times. That’s not to say I can’t handle my life, or that I’m going to die if I’m feeling more alone than desired. What the main point of all this is that I’m recognizing I can lean on other people without having to feel like a burden. That it’s okay to be taken care of. It’s okay to take care of what my wants and needs are too. I’m thankful for the great people who have shown me this in my own life and by sharing their life with me. I’m still learning, but I’m making steps. And to me, that counts for something. To me, this is movement in a brand new mode of transportation. Vroom vrooom. haha.