Sometimes I don’t know what to think anymore. I’ve been going through levels of emotional intensity this week that I never knew existed and for all the answers I thought were clear, there is now a new fuzziness around everything.
I chose to live moments. To leave questions for later, intentionally, in an effort to curb my incessant overthinking. But good lord, even as I take in the joy and let it flow through my mind, I know in my heart that this is not going to last and that these answers are coming. And fuzzy as they are, I know what they will be.
So I enjoy the moment. Not oblivious, but mindful, creating a memory to cherish for years to come, when the game is long over, and to warm my heart when cold reality kicks in.
Take joy when you can. In whatever flavour. And savour it in the moment. Because it’s so fleeting, and you never know when the next time will be.
(Side note, since I realize it might sound like it is… This isn’t a post about sex. It’s about connection, and closeness, and emotional intimacy. And literal joy, not as a metaphor, but as a deep feeling of belonging.)