Loved

Do you ever feel like you’re holding everything in your head and you might just explode? Or implode. (One or the other.)

I had been feeling like tht. Trying to keep everything together. Trying to be The Person (who is that person?) that I want to be. That I think others (which others?) would like me to be.

And then this morning. In our beautiful light.soaked.kitchen. Over coffee.
On make.shift.we’re.still.renovating.seats. It all came out.

BLEURRRGHH(!)

Messy, complicated, vulnerable, open, authentic. (and Loved.)