The lines become blurred when grief is present. I don't know what I expected, but this isn't it. I don't mean to imply that its been a shit storm, (although it definitely has), but simply, the circling, the blurry bubble that surrounds and protects each of us as we learn to accept what is, is absolutely fascinating.
Also captivating my awareness is the third person reality that I operate in. Under a microscope, I'm also the observer. Watching my actions, listening to my words and wondering where I'm finding this strength, wondering, who the fuck am I now? And being very certain and clear on exactly who I am right now.
I am the girl that walks that fine line, precarious and precious. I am the person I am right now, today, because I am who I've always meant to be, as though I've lived my experiences so that my life these days can be lived without falling apart.
