Always evolving means always shifting. As I say that, I am overcome by felt remembrance of tiredness. It’s tiring to grow, and it’s important to find a pace for growth that doesn’t cause constant road rash.
This morning I walked past my bed, touched by morning sun, and I smiled at the picture of rumpled covers and the memory of warmth, security and love that left them that way. I can see that now, and I can feel it. Some days I smooth them back into order. Today I did not.