I think I’m changing.
Correction: I know I’m changing
I can’t quite put my finger on it but I feel it.
I feels light and delicate.
There is a fluttering of my senses.
It’s a lightness of being
….and a sureness of my emotional dexterity that has allowed me to almost defy gravity.
As Thanksgiving approaches, I actually feel grateful.
Not grateful for the things I have (more than enough).
Instead, grateful for the things I know (barely enough to fill a thimble).
This year has taught me that I am enough as I am
….and as I am is how I must be.
How I must be
…however I am.