Sunday, September 7, 2025

Summers Swift Surrender

September 7th.

The entire Summer has past. It was a summer of stabilizing and lessons and trenches. Mental trenches, emotional trenches and spiritual trenches. Which is to say that I fully dug into life. I realized I hadn't blogged in quite some time and I wanted to explore that.

The swift realization came to me that my blog has always been my space to speak and now, now I have friends to talk to, buckets of them. The kind that listen non-judgmentally and respond intelligently. I am not saying that I didn't have that before but I now have it in excess. As soon as a situation comes up I mentally scroll through my rolodex, aka, my contact list and think, "Who is my best advisor in this situation?"

I used to limit my friendships to 5. Here in this place of roots, where they tell me everything is bigger, they've laughed off my number and established a squared base. With or without my consent. But I love it.

I have just enough of all the things that makes life fun.

I am happy.

I am content. 

My soul is at rest.

Until next time.

Onward,

Dewberry