3, 2, 1

3, 2, 1

There is a space between what feels inevitable and what is. The space is called choice. When I for­get I have one of those, a choice, I start the process of going mad. No mat­ter how tight the spot, there is room for me to show up. Some­times I get bowled over, some­times my choice changes things, some­times it doesn’t really mat­ter. Where I feel fused with you, feel inevitable in our inter­ac­tion, there is the same space, and the same poten­tial. It helps if I wait and get more infor­ma­tion, see where you are in the space, see who you are instead of assum­ing it is as it always is/was/couldbe/shouldbe/etc/exhausting. Wait, lis­ten, think, feel, speak, act, and lis­ten some more.

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