All of life, it seems,
is a process:
A process of un-learning and re-learning,
forgetting and remembering,
slumbering and waking up,
It’s gorging my face with Twinkies and Krispy Kremes, milk shakes and cookies and scones, before I re-member– once again– how damn good it feels to eat carrots and spinach and kale (yes, Mom, I said it!); it’s enduring the pounding pain of the hangover that reminds me why I left a life of wayyyy too much partying behind.
It’s falling back into a pattern that’s not right for me or a person who’s not right for me until I wake up from my snooze to remember (for the 4,378th time) Who it is I Really Am and What it is I Really Need.
It’s feeling the pain of the death of a friend re-punch me in the gut before I remember how grateful I am for life, for love, for these simple sips of air.
It is coming back to My Self, waking up to This Life, time and time and time again.
Because getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
These, my friend– these are the lessons I’ve learned
This life ain’t no straight line; it’s a swirly, messy, ugly-beautiful scribble.
This life is two steps forward, one step back.
This life is peak and valley,
ebb and flow.
This life is…
this life is.
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