Life is walking on pavement in crocheted slippers. It is full of strange sensations. It hurts sometimes, but mostly it feels pretty good. It's oddly cozy and yet freeing because there's just some twisted yarn between your toes and the ground. Something about it makes you just want to slow down and appreciate it, the walk, the sounds, the feelings. You can feel the leaves crunch beneath you, not just hear it.
Life is getting thrilled at a random text message from an old friend. Life is crying because the feeling of freedom is overwhelming. Life is a whole lot of hyperbole. Life is missing someone and knowing its not the time to reach out. Life is knowing you have to do some things on your own even though it's scary. Life is learning that you have to wash your washing machine. Life is screaming at your checkbook. Life is keeping all your less than perfect crochet projects for yourself and giving them perfect ones away. Life is breaking up and never speaking again. Life is breaking up and laughing together a month later over a bonfire.
Life is making stupid decisions on purpose because some lessons need to be learned first hand. Life is not making other stupid decisions because watching someone else do it is lesson enough. Life is realizing you're the one person you know that's allergic to alcohol. Life is loving more people than you heart can hold, and adding more each year anyway.
Life is believing in fairy tales, even when your heart is broken. Life is being happy for someone else telling you the beginning of their happy ending and trying so hard not to be jealous. Life is refusing to fall back into safe and familiar arms no matter how hard it is to stand alone.
Life. Real life. Is choosing to not be afraid anymore. Well. Of choosing not to let fear stop you from really living.
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