(I’m going to quietly come back to this space as if I haven’t been gone for six months. Babies, amiright? Time sinks. I’ll let you know all about everything in the world in the next couple of weeks. I’ve missed this little space so much lately.)
Day 1: Tell us your favorite quotation and why.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
If I could I’d have this whole poem tattoo’d on my person. It was incredibly powerful as I started my relationship with my Hubs, a reminder that I didn’t have to give up myself to be in love. Mike was the first person I ever dated that I felt like myself throughout the “falling in love” process. I didn’t mold into the person I was dating; and he loved me for it. I knew I was, he like who I was, I liked him as he was. Pretty fantastic place to begin.
Then came baby. (A new tagline for my blog perhaps ) Lately, with an almost one year old, I find myself coming out of a daze. It’s not that I’m not happy, that’s far from the truth. What I can say is that I’m not quite “myself”. At the end of the day, after giving all of me to a job, a baby, and a marriage…. I don’t have much left for me. My job, baby, and marriage have thrived under this model, but I’ve become a little less sparkly. I miss being sparkly. Sigh. Tell me that’s totally normal for a first time mom.
My life is full of so much amazing things, but to be the strongest pillar I can be, I need to carve some more time out my day for my self. I think that writing again could be the first step. (Followed by some bubble baths and regular baby-free friend time.)