Written in 2016.
Not just relationships or work, but routines, plans, even moods. When everything feels provisional, it becomes difficult to settle into anything fully.
You hesitate. You wait. You keep one foot slightly raised, just in case.
I noticed how often I was bracing for change instead of inhabiting the present. As if enjoying what was in front of me might somehow make the eventual shift harder.
The truth is, nothing guarantees permanence. Not effort. Not intention. Not care.
That can feel unsettling, but it can also be clarifying.
When you accept that things may not last, you stop demanding certainty from them. You engage more honestly. You show up without insisting on guarantees.
It does not make instability comfortable.
It does make it manageable.