I took a weekend away, thanks to my boyfriend. It was the first gift out of our three anniversaries (that is another story 
). The pretense of the weekend was time for ourselves but not necessarily time for “us” as a couple. What happened there was something I didn’t expect.
This surprise that I am talking about was a major release of built up emotion, thoughts, and the exploration of space. I finally had space. This was no fault but my own but the literal move to space, in nature, allowed me to recognize it’s existence. I breathed, wrote, slept, ate, and thought all weekend. All of it consumed me. I’ve emerged better and stronger with a better sense of everything new that smashed into my life all at once recently. The week afterward was hard, really hard. Yet, had I not taken that literal move to space I’d be happy, content, and extended into all the new things around me. What fun would that be?
You can get caught up in everything. If it’s new, you are bound to spend a lot of time with it. In fact I feel like most people spend most of their time caught up in things. It can seem nice, really nice, and all the honesty in the world will tell you that is it.
It really is nice.
I’m not here to try and diminish that. We can only be honest with the space we are in. The here, the now, and the what we are.
In transition, the hardest thing to listen to won’t be what is flying at you every second of the day. The hardest thing will be to pay attention to what has been there since the beginning, yourself.
Take some time. No really, do it.
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