It’s so…funny, and yet also a bit horrifying, to figure out that my preconceptions are not just incomplete, but dead wrong. My assumptions about what home is, can be, and what it means to leave home have coloured so much of how I am and who I’ve presented myself as, to the world. I’m sad, and also happy, to finally unearth these simplistic “templates” in my own head and replace them with a more detailed, intentional, and reality-based paradigm.
Working from home as a default orientation to my soul, my balanced centre, and to my whole resource bank (and where I can find it), is hopeful. It gives me the sensation of protection, with space. Of security, with openness as well. There’s a way, I now believe, to enter into relationships without betraying who I am in the process. Better late than never! I’m sad it took this long to get here, but happy I’m on this particular fence now.
Happy Friday as we look at the appealing option of never leaving home, while also living life to the full. Best of all worlds? I think so.
