And all is okay.
And all is fine.
And all has improved.
And it’s all just pretend?
The jump from there to here, now, is impossible. Yet here I am, which makes me wonder whether my current state is some sort of denial.
Recently there have been good changes in my life, but to me ‘good’ is fragile, and ‘good’ slips through my fingertips no matter what. It’s not something I’ve ever worked out how to hold onto, just like happiness.
It’s there and then it’s gone. There aren’t varying degrees of either. It just is or it’s not.
I’m walking a tightrope between two extremes.
And all is wobbly.
And all is fragile.
But all is good and I don’t want to rock it too much.