It’s funny… the minute my life began to gain momentum – I started to dream about all the possibilities and the good things I could do for others – was the moment I was interrupted.
And not in that brief way that you get interrupted by a car horn or a low flying bird, a gradual interruption that demands to be noticed.
It happened in two ways. Two ways that are so different from each other that it seems unbelievable that they could have a similar effect. Both have helped me and one has hindered me and I don’t know what I would be without them.
To me, they are both male, but one is beautiful and easy and steady and the other is tumultuous and demands to be attended to in every way.
They are both constant and cannot be escaped – one I would like to and the other I would never dream of it.
They both inspire me to be a better person, in more ways than one. But one does that in spite of its constant need for attention, adjustment, discipline and correction.
One takes me away from toxic substances and one inextricably links me to them.
One I have chosen to be with forever and both have chosen that of me.
Sometimes I wonder if I could have had one without the other, whether I would still be wishing I could do more in life if your limitations had never been placed on me. And if they suddenly disappeared would I actually achieve it all. Maybe one day we will find out. 🙂
One interruption was perfect and rebuilds me every day and the other slowly continues to chip away – I just hope we can keep up 🙂