I’ve felt more in the past week than in a long time.
Working at a new place is amazing, I can actually voice my opinions and I have a cup of tea in front of me all day. The only downside is the strain I’m starting to feel in my wrist and forearm from slamming a lever-action blade down 2000 times a day. I’ve been making jewelry, too, and it looks decent.
This week, I voted for the first time, and it was very strange. I stood in line with some very kind people. There was a nearly unanimous sobriety about the line, like the cool breeze between the cold floors and the girders of the gymnasium. I cried three separate times on the drive home. I’m not sure why.
I’ve been filled with admiration for people, and an gliding ease in connection. Sliding my hand into the palms of a friend, just to feel between the two of us. I’ve been sharing in new ways, and trusting myself. I’ve been trusting the words of those who care for me. I’ve broken into tears because I feel so much that I’ve never felt before.
I feel new to me.