Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke.
The coast is waking up today!
The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the fishermen are shedding their thick outer coats of polyester.
I like the rhythm of a season finally finding its feet.
๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐บ๐.๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฅ.Sometimes, the things that look like dangerโare just trying to make their way through the heat too. Stay steady. Look closer.Always remember these wise words: “๐๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ”
Some things stir you for a momentโand fade.Others settle into you with comfort.They donโt announce themselves.They just stay. And thatโs what matters.
Not everything that disappearsis gone.Some thingsleave outlines you can feel.
When Iโm holding a woman I care about, my inner world feels held, too โ and it makes the outer world feel less sharp.Not because sheโs responsible for my calm.Because good closeness reminds me what Iโm made of.Softness without fear.Strength without burden.Steadiness without control.Vulnerability without fragility.Warmth without urgency.Some people feel like noise. Others quiet me.
๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉโ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐งโฆmeet you where youโre at and stayโshare the load instead of handing you theirsโhold you when itโs your turn to be heavyโmake you feel chosen, even through conflict and repairโฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ.๐ ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.
For the woman whoโs loved a man before he was readyโI wonโt pretend the end was all on me. But stillโI wish I had been the man I am now, back then.I canโt go back.But I can be grateful for the part she played in helping me become the one Iโll be for someone else.
