Adjusting the ballast. Trimming the sails. Taking the temperature and checking the emotional pulse.
That is what I am doing ~ currently ~ even as I type ~ even while I sleep; especially then.

When a primary relationship ends or shifts dramatically in definition, the load shifts. Like luggage in overhead bins in turbulent skies. Self image take on a different form. That is what is happening in my life ~ currently.

The relationship shift change, the precipitating event at least, took place some time ago. The ending words spewed out ~ foundation fractured, with ensuing spidering veins further weakening the structure ~ phases of denial, disappointment, anger, grief, acceptance, cycled through once or twice ~ already.

So what is left?

Adjusting the ballast ~ currently ~ re-setting course ~ counting on the celestial constellations for points of reference ~ currently.

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