When something shifts inside you,
it does not announce itself.
It does not celebrate the occasion
with fanfare or festivity.
It does not step over the line
with the cheers of an enthusiastic crowd watching the end of a marathon.
It simply shifts.
Something clicks, or something happens, and it is there. It has shifted.
And because it is so quiet, so stealthy, it can be so easy to overlook.
I noticed it, a few days ago.
I noticed that the intensity had lessened.
I noticed that the internal resistance had decreased.
I found it easier to be alive and breathing.
I found it easier to be in touch with the world.
It was a pretty surreal feeling, when I realised that it does lift and things do shift.
It felt good.
Then, the morning before I sat down to write this length of words, I felt another shift. This time, a not-so-desirable one. One that would entail more difficult emotions and thoughts to grapple with.
But, I sit and look and them and smile at them. Or at least I try to.
It will lift again, I’m sure. Change is the only constant 🙂