In February of 2021 I wrote a post about Liminal Space. I have re-entered that space, but the edges have blurred making my journey completely different.
I have no interest in ever living with another person again, in being so close to another person that I need to share my plans. But in this liminal space those thoughts flit through my mind, unbidden. How could I even let my head go there?
I heard a quote by Anne Lamott today that says a lot about the space I'm in. "Everything I have let go has claw marks on it". I have fought my way to this moment in time, chipping the hard shell I encased my heart in, to allow light and love in. But that's scary. It is also normal I'm told.
I will live in this new liminal space staying long enough "to learn something essential and genuinely new".