there are moments of independence, of strength, & of stubbornness to do things on my own, without the help of others, without the guidance of anyone or anything other than my sometimes outlandish dreams. a part of me hears beyonce’s “who runs the world” as i conquer fears, explore new boundaries, & allow myself to accomplish tasks i never knew would be a possibility.
& then, there’s the other side- the more vulnerable side, the side that cries during matthew mccounaughey rom coms & craves the feeling of being surrounded by loved ones. i let down a guard & ask questions & hang on to every guided word.
this weekend was for the latter.
i needed to hear the steps of my pup shuffling through the kitchen. i needed to attend a thought-provoking sermon. i needed to sleep in the bed that i once claimed. & i needed to eat brunch with the family i’m blessed to call my own.
there will always be times when i can’t take it all on myself & i’m so fortunate to have finally learned that calling in back-ups doesn’t mean you’re less than, it simply means you’re human.