Birth is a difficult process. It is hard for the mother. It is also hard for the newborn. The pushing, squeezing, cramping and all of the loss of the warm, darkened, safe space. I feel like that. Like I am learning what it is like to be born as myself. To be who I am supposed to be. Who am I? Really?
I am inquisitive. curious. passionate. interested. hopeful. generous. opinionated. unsure. smart. stubborn. I'd like to say in a good way...but that just depends. protective. loving. communicator. searcher. redeemed. questioning. good friend. lousy friend. I know, it seems opposite....but, really, I can be both. more gentle than i seem. sensitive. compassionate. wise. timid. shy. introvert. except for with my friends. introspective. tactile. visual. peace lover. but, wave maker at times. truth seeker.
i am. his. and HE IS. so, i can be.
But the birth process isn't any easier now that I'm grown. It's a process. It takes time. I just have to wait and go through the discomfort. Until the first breath. I believe it's coming soon.
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