holding space for what will never be

I think it’s important for me to sit with what might have been, honor it in a way, before completely moving on. Every day is getting brighter and better, and I am feeling more comfortable in my skin and in my home. Projects that had been languishing are being worked on. Spring is here(ish) — we’ve had snow over the last few days (!) but croci are blooming, as are daffodils, and soon I will be working in some warm dirt in the community gardens.

[side note: this is in my shop as a print and FINALLY over the next few days I will be listing more prints and cards, thank you for your patience!]

It’s been an interesting process over the last 2 months. One thing that really hit me a day or so ago is the realization that I have been thinking about myself in terms of a relationship for most of my life, not just romantic relationships, but other overbearing relationships that took years to finally come to terms with. Rarely have I been “just me.” I’m enjoying learning what it means to not be concerned about where I stand with someone else. Well, other than Sebastian, but he’s fine as long as dinner is on time and there’s a warm place to sleep at night. He and I are similar that way.