Lines Between Living

This week had a way of testing me.

It started on Monday,

when I knocked down my own tower and finally let myself see what it is I want to work toward. Tuesday came and the feelings didn’t leave. They lingered, pressed in, asking to be acknowledged.

So I began to encapsulate them, to plan because planning is part of what I’m building now.

By Wednesday, Thursday, and now Friday,

the lesson became clear: support matters.

Not a crowd. Not a circle for show. But someone who listens really listens who acknowledges the trials, who tries to understand.

I may not have what people call a group of friends, but having support that hears me

has made all the difference. In this journey of entering my sovereignty, I know I have to stay true to myself.

I know I have to keep going. This is a hard hill to climb.

But knowing I have the ability to succeed and the drive, and the support is what’s keeping me moving forward, even now.