Change feels drastic because it messes with identity. Loss of definition makes the skin crawl and given the chance it will re-define itself in a heartbeat. The flesh needs a function, title, or status to feel important. I’m aware of the urge in me that still wants to define itself by what I do or who I know, but I am more aware of the love that knows not to let that happen. I am knowing who I am…and that makes it okay that I don’t know what shape life will take, what I’ll be doing, or who I will know. The loss of outer definition can no longer shake my awareness and acceptance of who I really am.
Loss of Definition
