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 conversation too.
But I try and hold space for us; and our third things.
I am grateful for you,
and our third things.