One of life's quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful even if it is only a floating ash.This weekend she got the papers signed
― Norman Maclean,
This week Alicia asked if she could move in when Travis moved out
Thursday Tem and I went to an escape room for date night
The Arnold Expo is here this weekend
3 months left of my first year teaching
My life right now is near perfect. I live on a balancing beam over a canyon, at least that is how it is perceived at times. Sitting calmly, a boat in the storm, careful not to rock the boat for fear it will tip and the single thread could unravel everything...
and toward the canyon I fall.
Near perfect isn't perfect nor is it complete disarray.
Do I stretch out towards something more risking the equilibrium
Or remain in silent contentment?
It is hard to know which path to walk and we can only ever walk one
If only we could somehow preview the paths, if only I could merely tip the lid slightly to peer in and carefully close the corner.
Or in delight rip the lid entirely off
power struggles and cold wars
Why should I ask for more? Is not my life as it currently exists more than it has ever been before?
2017 the best year of my life 2018 looking to top it
Why rock? Why stretch?
It was the only option I voiced...
It was the only option, I voiced
Because you can't unspeak something
Because we can't crack open corners and peek down pathways
We either walk through the doorway or we close it
It's so simple for my thirty year old self to look back at the previous versions of me and critic choices, everything is so clear up here on the ladder of life.
If only I could grasp at the forty year old Adam
Which path would he like?
Do I reach out?
Do I say those unretractable words?
Do I voice the unvoiced option?
We live, and we learn.
If only we could learn and then live.
All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren't noticing which makes you see something that isn't even visible.
― Norman Maclean
Khalid & Normani - Love Lies