The dregs of september, air crisp and fresh. This time of year has always overwhelmed me with a certain sense of great nostalgia for my childhood. Not necessarily the early years so much as the 9’s,10’s, 11’s. Picking outfits in the morning before school, walking to the bus stop, playing out unspoken conversations in my mind, planning. When the open-endedness of life seemed like some sort of guarantee. As did I. And passing time was not yet pregnant with some tinge of pressure to arrive at any given destination. Any and all destinations still lay comfortably ahead, and it was understood both by myself and others, I was on my way.
What do I want with #? A greater openness, trust. Sincerity. Can you be an equal partner, both the cared for and caretaker on any given day? A willingness to own your insecurities, affection, commitment. The ability to care, show up even if it’s not convenient timing for you, even if it doesn’t suit your mood.
