And so one day my perspective seemed to shift
I saw the world in a new lense
Not to be confused with the perplexity of rose colored glasses
Perhaps, if you will, I began just looking at the scenery from a different angle
With 28 years of a clenched jaw
Nervous looks around the room
Wondering what I was doing wrong
Or whom I was or was not tipping over backwards for
Under my belt
It all deviated to another reality
“It's going to take some time getting used to,” he said
The steadier breaths
And moving in a way that feels more placid
Even finding more ordinary things captivating and delicate
Than maybe I ever have before
It's all very uncommon and extraordinary to me
To slow down, laugh a bit more, and feel present
I guess we could call it a case of the “f-its”
But not in the apathetic demeanor
Actually quite the opposite
Somehow simultaneously caring deeply but remaining grounded within myself
Surely, this will take time to get used to
Even if it does not remain this way
I wish you inspire myself to remember this period of time
When I am living rather than surviving