Wherever There Is

I honestly wish I knew the answer to that. Maybe the fear of not having enough as a child. Witnessing the adult’s talk of how to pay the bills. How to feed us all. Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul.

I never felt safe.

So I vowed to not live this way.

And to take care of my family so they would never have to worry about money.

I worked and I worked and I worked.

I saved and I saved and I saved.

Backup Plans.

I provided until the end.

And then it was me.

The extras came in handy during Covid.

Now I crave space.

And the mystery of the new.

With the safety of the bases covered.

Not as much pressure as when it was the all.

I am afraid.

I am excited.

I am taking a step.

Cleaning out. Donating. Gifting. Selling.
Seems like an overwhelming project.

To minimalize.

Only what you need.

It feels good so far.

A relief from the burden.

I hope it is as I hope.

Freedom and not Fear.

When I get there.

Wherever there is.

— Trish