I’m not the same person I was ten-and-a-half years ago, when we married, barefoot on the beach accompanied by hymnsong. I had all the right answers then, in that vague half-light, and none of my own heart. I lived as I thought I should, as I was expected to, as I had been taught.
We were on a mission, and had no idea how lost I was about to feel.
I’m not the same person I was four years ago, when I birthed our first child. Then, I was six years deep in the dark.
Not the windswept wilderness darkness full of the starlight only witnessed when the moon is new. It was the cramped darkness of trying to fit my soul into poorly lit rooms, the familiar spaces now outgrown.
Hell, I’m not the same person I was yesterday.
And yet. I am the same person... [join me for the rest of my guest post over at Sarah Murray's place: A Lovely Frame]