8 takeoffs.
8 landings.
with lots of stuff in between.
one piece of luggage still missing,
containing the items of my everyday life.
mixed-up circadian rhythms.
a bit of jet lag too.
joy and laughter, good times.
tears and worry, changes on the horizon.
judgments passed by those who think they know
what’s best for my family, different than
what we’ve already discovered for ourselves.
i know my sons well,
and i honor and celebrate their decisions.
i know myself pretty well too,
and i remain true to my values and ideals.
we falter, sometimes even fall. no matter.
as long as we design and guide our individual journeys.
transitions are hard, even two years later.
i believe i’ve arrived,
though i know i haven’t yet assimilated.
once again, twice in two years, my trip stateside
threw me into a mini tailspin.
because one foot in each of two different worlds
allows me to walk only so far in either.
i find myself in a daze, a limbo zone, much of the time.
this no man’s land requires a summoning of strength.
as a friend recently and eloquently stated,
“landing after a leap isn’t always easy.”
(wise words, bethanne.)
i’ve talked about this before, and
i’ll probably be talking about it again.
another year from now, maybe even three.
that’s okay with me.
never accepting anyone else’s version of the right way
means shaking up the status quo for a long time to come.
Well done my friend. Putting the soul into instability reminding yourself it will be ok.
Once again, so much food for thought in one post April. Thank you for sharing. And thank you for sharing your friend’s quote: “landing after a leap isn’t always easy.” – a wonderful reminder that a landing is just that one small part to deal with before moving on to what really matters.