Settling in helped me see
what I settled for.
You have to let things go.
You have to admit
you aren’t where you should be.
It takes effort
just to say it.
When I noticed
I could be more
than I allowed myself—
I let myself waiver.
I shattered.
Now,
settling,
getting back to me.
Mending.
I want flowers.
Coffee.
Time.
Alignment.
I don’t fear the settling.
As long as it settles in—
and doesn’t become settling for.
I was building a house.
Now I’m building something else.
This.
But how do you measure when the plan changes?
It was easier with the house. Is it livable? Is there water and power now? That’s progress.
But here, that foundation for progress is not as obvious. Progress isn’t as obvious.
So I look at my posts. Read your comments.
I have to look a little harder to see the progress.
This isn’t home yet.
But the words are building.
When life gives you lemons—
You can squeeze them in other people’s eyes.
Misery loves company.
You can always throw them.
Chaos is a great distraction for everyone.
You can make lemonade.
Use the lemon, add some sugar, and hide the bitterness.
But take the time to learn the lesson.
Harvest the lemon seed, plant it, and keep on going.
You don’t have to carry that seed with you.
Leave the seed to the dirt; it knows what to do.
The weight of all the seeds can overwhelm you.
Focus on them and you miss the flowers around you.
Someone will need support and that seed will be a lemon tree.
It will be there for them to lean on and might provide a little shade.
That’s the thing about lemons, really–
It was never about the lemons.
