Walking on Grass
Pavement
Rocks
Fire
Eggshells
Marching but not always making progress
Yet there is beauty in movement
I remind myself
Here the ground is covered with fear and comfort
I step softly and confidently
Following the blazes someone left for me to follow
Where to next?
Probably not where I intend to go, but perhaps where I am needed
Walking. Moving. Receiving. Sustaining
I see a new familiar trail - just ahead
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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This one walks straight into the heart. "probably not where I intend to go, but perhaps where I am needed" whew, that hit! ✨
So good! My favorite line is “Yet there is beauty in movement” 😇