The Other Half
I love silence. I love thinking about things. I love lingering on ideas and words. I love taking my time.
Last November, I had no idea if I’d make it through my life in one piece. I had no idea what to do. There wasn’t even enough of me to turn all of that into poetry. It was a wordless kind of pain.
But this has been a very loud year. Full of sound. Full of change. And going most of the time, at full speed, in all directions.
The engagement. The new home. The new job.
All beautiful things. Beautiful additions to my life. Things I hoped for. And now here they are.
Instead of having the stars in my life explode in my face, they are shining a bright light on me instead. It’s so wonderful, it’s hard to believe. Of all things, I am uneasy.
Unease, it turns out, is the other half of happiness.