as i scour my mind for a word to describe the last week — the last few weeks, really — the only word i can come up with is “disruptive.”
i’ve been shaken a few times like a snowglobe, picked up and tossed around and then set back down again, my scenery shifted and dismantled and made new. the same rules and trends and nature are all still in effect, but the arrangement alters in a way that time won’t efface.
despite my aversion to change, this isn’t a bad thing. i had predicted a handful of paths for myself. some of them have smoothed, some have grown over. some have realigned. but i feel at home in my new circumstances. much more than i would have thought. much more than i understand.
as amenable as i am to the results of the disruptions of the past weeks, i’m ready for the shaking and resettling to conclude. too much will reshuffle the happy harmony i’ve attained for the moment. maybe one last, little shake, just to reinforce a few holds and settle everything once and for all.