I’m still a work in progress.
Hoping you are too.
Hoping to be for a long time.
Hoping you will be too.
There are things I do today,
there are things you do today,
that were impossible for us five years ago.
Some of those things for me are:
conversations I couldn’t stand in,
silences I couldn’t hold,
truths I couldn’t carry.
They felt unbearable.
Now all of those are called
Tuesday.
Another part of a week.
Part of what is here.
Development is strange like that.
Threatening becomes normal.
Impossible becomes expected.
What once broke me becomes my baseline.
I’m not finished.
You’re not finished.
Even if we feel that way.
It feels messy.
The world feels messy.
The world agrees on very little.
We all agree that everything feels messy.
We can argue about the Why.
We can debate the causes.
No debate is needed for the What.
The What is obvious.
Things are strained.
Fragmented.
Off.
What the What needs,
is my best possible version
now.
Looks like it needed it yesterday.
Not the ideal, or the polished, or the someday version.
The best possible version of me
I can stand.
The best possible version of you
you can stand.
The best possible we
WE can stand.
Together.