As I step into adulthood, this slow and unwished crawl; I yearn for conversations that focus on the ‘it-ness’ of it all. Where you calmly say to me ‘It’s been a rough week and I yearn for more peace where I can walk beneath the trees without a rush’. And I say “I feel like I’m getting pulled from all sides, although all of this is my choice. I am grateful for my life. To have a job, and a family who loves me. But I am tired. And I can’t be grateful when I’m tired.” I yearn for conversations at the end of the day, or in the middle, when days have ceased to exist, and we count our lives as the breaks between work. And I ring a reminder of the truth that ‘I love you. I’m glad I have this love that provides a respite from the chaos and the hurry-ness of this world.” Although we both know, that we will rush this convers...