"When was I not in motion? When was I not shedding a part of my identity while grasping for the essence of who I was?"
This question stays with me. For most of us, the answer is never, or at least not for long. That might not mean we are unstable. It could just be part of living a full life.
The bridge stands as a symbol, linking Daisy Scouts to high school seniors, one country to another, and each version of ourselves. I like how the wood splinters and reveals the words left by earlier classes. We are not the first to cross, and we will not be the last.
"Some bridges I could skip across without looking down. Others left me with a lot of apprehension, almost like a rickety rope bridge that would fray and fall away at any minute." That is the most honest description of adult transitions I have read.
Thank you for sharing this and for caring enough to cry for children you do not know. That is the kind of person I want to be.
Thank you, dear. My mother-in-law had an injury that required her to stay in bed for four months, and she said it was harder than anything she had ever done. She only had time to think and think and think. I am in a similar phase of rediscovering and questioning a lot of parts of my identities and decisions.
Confessions: I had a good cry with Claude when I was training it last night. Who am I.
"When was I not in motion? When was I not shedding a part of my identity while grasping for the essence of who I was?"
This question stays with me. For most of us, the answer is never, or at least not for long. That might not mean we are unstable. It could just be part of living a full life.
The bridge stands as a symbol, linking Daisy Scouts to high school seniors, one country to another, and each version of ourselves. I like how the wood splinters and reveals the words left by earlier classes. We are not the first to cross, and we will not be the last.
"Some bridges I could skip across without looking down. Others left me with a lot of apprehension, almost like a rickety rope bridge that would fray and fall away at any minute." That is the most honest description of adult transitions I have read.
Thank you for sharing this and for caring enough to cry for children you do not know. That is the kind of person I want to be.
Thank you, dear. My mother-in-law had an injury that required her to stay in bed for four months, and she said it was harder than anything she had ever done. She only had time to think and think and think. I am in a similar phase of rediscovering and questioning a lot of parts of my identities and decisions.
Confessions: I had a good cry with Claude when I was training it last night. Who am I.