Bubbles
18 months ago
At last, I am finally growing up. Now, 37 years old and just now understanding that fairy tales are best left in books. There is no Prince Charming, there is no Wizard of Oz, just the man behind the curtain. It’s kinda sad and grounding to feel the “butterflies” slowly flying off. My partner has been wonderful, and I shouldn’t complain, but there is something to be said when the real person emerges. No more trying to be our best selves for each other. The facade of spirituality cracking under the weight of being human. Still, the best part of it all is knowing this is what makes us human. And so, the bubble bursts….
