Struggling these last few weeks
to feel the reality of my new home.
Discomfort ~
closets and cupboards,
shapes and sizes of rooms
don’t hold my ‘stuff’
in the same way
things don’t fit
I haven’t found a
place for everything
but
everything should have a place
the right place - right?
Disorientation ~
spins my head constantly
until
I call a friend ~
laughter and conversation
always has its place over coffee and cake
I cook something - anything
bake bread
make soup
mixing and stirring has its place
I write something
the words come slowly
a plateau has its place
I walk it out
stride it out:
My footfalls have their place
“The gate to any new period of growth or maturity in our lives requires a period of discomfort and disorientation.”
~ Christina Baldwin, Storycatcher
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