There’s a word you’re using to bypass yourself.
You’re using it all the time.
Just.
That’s just fear.
That’s just an illusion.
That’s just my ego.
As if fear, illusion, and ego are insignificant or unreal or unhelpful.
These are all tools. Like most tools, they become weapons in a fight.
But when the fight is over
the bow is a way to put food on the table.
I wonder if I'll ever stop finding nuanced gifts in the primary wound of death, loss, and grief. Reflecting on losing my parents early, I have to say it's one of the gentlest and most forgiving paths
When I say that I follow his leadership, I mean that I don't ask him whether he gave the taxi driver the right address or if he's bought our train tickets yet or when he will buy them or how. I DON'T
It seems like every time I make a post about following and how I mostly follow in my relationship, someone will heroically swoop into the comments section to say "I find that we switch who is leading
