Doesn't it feel awful to feel unsettled?
To
feel as though things are in the wrong places, or we are showing up at the
wrong time; the wrong day or place or something, all gussied up and ready.
How
odd that change, and growth, can be so unsettling.
As we tug our ties from
where they've been firmly attached,
as we turn to being our journey downstream,
to the next stop.
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