My gut clenched and I did things. I just did them, went into them head first eyes closed and it felt like I was really me for a good while. Got my baby sibling (they’re not babies anymore yea I know) to pierce my ears, had my first two driving lessons after years of promising jouna habibi I would. We bought a house. We bought a ma f*ckin house yo. And you know what? Although I never foresaw this one as my gracious lot, it’s been the (second) best damn thing I’ve ever dived right into. head first. eyes closed. Always with him and with Him.
And no. It does not feel like me anymore. Not the one I’ve known, nor the one I’m used to spotting at the corner of my eye. But there’s this discomforting sensation of skin slowly peeling from me - almost like it’s happening from the inside out - and I know that this is God’s way of signalling to me that I am becoming new.
I have always lived & loved for these small rebirths.
