There were razor sharp edges this week. Every way I turned I came upon resistance, literal and figurative. The harder I tried to push them away, the more futile I knew it was. I got angry, I gave up, I wept and then I just gave in. I stopped fighting, accepted (actually asked for) a shoulder. Once I stopped focusing on how alone and perilous my situation felt, I realized I was in the middle of a tight circle of people. They stood with me and suddenly it was as if a veil had been lifted.
I resolved not to let myself feel anything more than I feel my joy.
And damn if getting rid of the edges hasn’t made my joy feel limitless.