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Mixed Messages Day 50: Waves

There were things we said we'd do...

It took a few hours to come around. A clouded morning releasing the remnants of yesterday's push kept the slow motion movements. The sun was blinding, overwhelming the chill with its generosity. The upside always arrives when it's least expected. I took a breath and the waves swept me under.

There were things we said we'd become...

I spent the week swaying between an uncontrollable fire and complete control. I can't decide. I want the passion, I want the work to make a difference, but am afraid of missing out. I'm more kind when under control. I don't get hurt when in control. But to become is to let your inner shine through the exterior, breaking all the walls. I miss the smiles connected to such transparency. I miss the love of the right fit. I took a breath as the waves swept me under.

There were things we said we'd make...

All is not lost, though it's hard to keep track of time when writing. Dreams exist. It's a matter of moving with the waves instead of against them. Drowning can just as easily become riding the waves. It's a choice.