September Journal
Added 2025-09-18 03:47:44 +0000 UTCI wish my old dog could have met my new dog. She would have loved her, ya know? They would have been fast friends, soul sisters. It’s a silly thing to think, new dog only exists in my life because old dog is gone.
I’ve been having some trouble with change.
My instincts say “hold on, tighten your grip” but life is change, I’m old enough to I know it. Seasons and reasons and metamorphosis, it’s all and ebb and flow, tidal.
The right people will evolve with you. They’ll make adjustments along the way to navigate the changes and growth. They’ll show up through all of your phases. They’ll understand that you contain multitudes, you are not one static thing. Nobody puts baby in a corner.
When I’m an old lady I want a giant portrait painted of me (looking my forest-fairy witchiest) walking through the woods, surrounded by the dogs I’ve had in my life. What a way to capture all the chapters. My team of guardians, each so beloved in their own time, for their own unique charms and bad habits.
The right people will get it.
(Self portrait - Heart in O’s room)
