A Shapeshifter Kind of Year
I used to sometimes feel like I was floating in life. Not fully connected to anything or anyone. I guess it was a bit Buddhist. Attachments lead to suffering and all of that. But since becoming a mother, I find that I float no more. I feel tethered to a piece of my heart that no longer lives within my body. It is at the same time overwhelming and joyful, scary and mind-boggling. Shapeshifting Some years are relative duplicates. Go to work, do a collection of fun things, experience some heartache, make a resolution or two, and repeat. This is of course if you are lucky, as given the state of the world right now, this mildly similar pattern of years lived in peace is the greatest gift. But then some years are metamorphic. Where you come out at the other end and everything looks completely different. I'd had no major changes for so many years, and then everything happened all at once. Moving from my apartment of 16 years, combining multiple households, having a baby, and dealing wi