๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: I feel the structure of the metamorphic walls and my personal heart,
๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ - ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐
Home can not be defined by the four walls that once brought me a sense of comfort and safety. I have outgrown them to a point where they no longer feel comfortable. And because of that, I now lie far beyond the capacity and capability of simply remaining within those now limiting realms.
The knocks at the door are growing louder. My awareness deepening as the question of what I once was able to do does as well.
That act alone ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ๏ฝ me.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐ช ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐๐ค๐ฅ ๐จ๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐.
and While I may have chosen not to answer those knocks in the past, this time I willingly answer. I willingly surrender to the things that I donโt know. And in return, the knocks soften and the personal walls that I once built quite high are coming down.
--- ๐ This gently poetic snippet is inspired by some of my journaling and a simultaneous mix of some obstacles that Iโve been healing and working through lately. โขSurrender โขTrust โข Vulnerability
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Thanks for reading๐๐ผ
