No Forest, a Whole Lot of Trees
I don't know what to expect from this post as I put my fingers on the keys. It could turn out to be a muddled mess. I process through writing and I've promised myself to make my writing public if only to help one reader be vulnerable with their own writing identity so here I am contemplating climbing a tree. I had a birthday recently. The passage of time is inevitable and it brings reflection. Life has not turned out at all as I had planned. That's okay, really. In some ways events have been better than I'd planned and in other ways it's just different than I had pictured life to go for me. I thought by now I'd be in a different place, a different space, if not literally at least figuratively. This reflection has bogged me down. I've found myself feeling jaded and tired. I feel like I've let people down. I worry about failure and falling short. I've been looking at a lot of trees- focusing on every leaf, every piece of bark. ...