stuck

Do you ever get the urge to stick stuff on your wall, just because you like it? I do.

It’s weird. Why stick it on a wall? Maybe it reverts back to when I was a teenager and I would stick stuff on my wall because it was like, totally, amazing. A public declaration of love.

I am reading an article about returning home, after a long.time.away. I love the language: Trust yourself. Go gently. The soul catches up, eventually.

And I wonder if the same applies after a journey of the not.so.physical kind: after your precious.mum dies; when you hear that diagnosis; when you lose your job; as you watch them turn and your insides crumble; when you have no idea how to find your way back, to that place you once knew.

Trust yourself. Go gently. The soul catches up eventually.

[I’ll keep it in my journal instead].