Decisions, Decisions

Running out the door for a door to be walked out by choice, that is the move.

At 32 years old - finally - independence has come at the end of a signature that has left much to be anticipated. Between walking out the door at 17 years old while still in high school after accomplishing every dream imaginable and living with the lack of acknowledgement in as much it has been trying. It always is trying. ‘When is it going to end? Where did it all go wrong?’

The thoughts around these questions linger in barely furnished rooms but the space is accounted for in the rent and it comes with a name. Peace will find its way and what it grows to show will speak volumes just as a picture does. At least that is the intent. Ever walk through the door and wonder, “where am I at?” The stressors that sit on the counter, the dust that finds no attention, the dishes that never made it to the shelf, the scattered day in another… the reminder sets itself for the month. But it doesn’t have to be that. Sectioned off responsibilities are easily seen when they slowly fill to a place with a purpose that is empty, but when it’s already there how does it find a home? It is in you. It’s what you choose, but this changes day to day.

“Life isn’t easy.”

‘Is giving up an option?' Wouldn’t that be so much easier, to just be.’ Think not. Think no. Think never. Who wants to look back on their life at what feels like the end and find they may have wanted life the whole time… the answer: no one.