Last night, driving toward the last sunset of summer layoff, I was stumbling in the description of my own confusing feelings on returning to the studio, and M said something rather poetic.
“It’s like you’re about to jump into a cold lake. You have been standing on the edge for so long, counting down, 3…2…1…but it’s not time. 3…2…no! 3…2…
Once you jump in, you will feel so good. Refreshed, energetic, in your element. Comfortable, even. You just need to make that first splash.”
His flawless analogy revealed more than the fact that I had obviously bloated his ears full of my bipolar, excited laments on the subject far too many times, but also that he was listening. I mean, really listening. The kind that defines passivity with its fervent opposition. Listening with an attentive purpose, wheels turning, taking in every word and searching his own glossary of Kirsten closeness to dissect the true meaning in each one.
This morning I am grateful for the chance to dive in, and for the support of someone who knows just when to let go of my hand and whisper “Jump.”
collage by Merve Özaslan.
Lovely… Merde for your season beauty!
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
― T.S. Eliot
Aw, hope you have a really good day today. Even if the water’s a little chilly xx
Haha, thanks lovely! xx
I hope you had a refreshing first day back. I know exactly how you feel, always quite a strange feeling before going back and a very different one once your there xx happy new season x
Thank you! 2 weeks later and I already feel like a different person, haha. xx
Yeah me too, also been back 2 weeks and want another holiday! xx