"Somewhere I Thought You Would Say"
"Somewhere Between Holding On and Letting Go" I have stopped writing this sentence twice already. There are tears in my eyes, and I cannot explain which thought brought them here. Perhaps it is everything happening at once. Perhaps it is the tiredness of carrying things I have not found the words to tell anyone. Or perhaps, after spending another day behaving as though I know what I am doing, I have finally reached a quiet moment in which I can admit that I do not. I do not know where this journey is taking me. Lately, one thing leads to another before I have had time to understand the first. A conversation leaves me unsettled. A small hope gives me something to look forward to, and then something changes. I make plans around a possibility, only to find myself rearranging them again. By the end of the day, I have thought about so many different futures that I no longer know which one belongs to me. People ask how things are going. I usually find something simple to ...
