Unpacking Someday

I’m a someday girl. I want to buy a kayak some day. I want to travel someday. I want to visit someday. Meet up someday. Catch up someday.

And I’ve learned that “Someday” is the dream on the other side of the barriers. Not just time and expense, but all the barriers that ADHD gives me as an added bonus.

To realize  “Someday” requires a plan. Book tickets. Arrange overnights. Rent a car. Figure out food. Find where the grocery is. Reserve…stuff. 

But there’s a soft barricade in place. The one that tells me I will stay too long, ask too much, get in the way, assume things I shouldn’t. It tells me that I’m not really wanted, but that I’m imposing myself on someone else’s time…And those are important things to keep in mind, but for me, they shut me down. They keep me from booking those flights and buying that kayak and traveling to that place and visiting family and friends–who have always said “You’re always welcome” but being who I am, I will find the one week in their lives that they are unavailable, or that it’s just inconvenient. And I can't always accurately read between those lines. Then I spend entirely too much energy trying to read the people I am with to make sure I”m not approaching the Enough Line and they need a damn break because I know I can be a lot. Part of what makes me a lot is the fact that I spend so much energy trying to read people around me..and the reassurances I sometimes need.

Maybe it’s my way of floating an idea to see how it’s received. Or maybe it’s a request for an invite. Or maybe it’s just the beginning of a dream, that I’ve spoken into the universe to set it in motion. Maybe it’s all of those things from a kid who never quite fit in. 

And maybe it’s because I know life is too damn fickle, and if I marry myself to a someday, the world will change and my dream will die on the vine. I was booking flights for a lifetime dream trip with my family on March 10, 2020. The next day the world shut down for the pandemic. Guess what I was doing February 23, 2022…the day before Putin invaded Ukraine? 

I wish I could just strip all that worry, but so many times that I have, it was the wrong move. 

So if I tell you “Someday” I just need to know you feel that, too.

Pieces of a Whole

10:48 am

No rhyme or reason, your eyes. Lips on my neck just below my ear. A smile. A sigh. It’s not sex…with you it never is. It’s peace. Immersion.

I feel your eyes on me. You let me meet your gaze, and maybe that’s part of what got me in the first place. You leave doors open, unattended. Invitations without assumption. Gazes without expectation. I gently run a finger down your bare chest, pushing a pool of shadow on your skin. We both laugh. I rest my head on your shoulder. 

You are sunlight and bright flowers dancing on a windswept field. And I don’t know why I can feel you. I swore off your kind a long time ago, but. Here I am. Drowning in the essence of you, both loving and hating every part of it. .

The world doesn’t exist here. It’s a place I made for us, because that’s what I can do. I can create as I destroy, and sometimes I think I’m just a conduit to a different time or place or dimension in the multiverse. Maybe all of them, and maybe what I feel is the me in all of those, loving, living, learning, creating. 

Destroying.

I’ve destroyed so much. Laid waste, burned and salted the earth because of men who would try to tame the wild in me. Chain me to their expectations. Stuff me in cages made of their own needs. My rage knew no bounds, and I was made of fire. I walked to that volcano to meet myself, and I was humbled by her. Power. Might. Utter violence. 

You met me in The Quiet. The place that words forgot. Where words don’t belong. I was hungry and tired, and dusty from the road and you never asked me to speak, but you let me. If I wanted to. 

Maybe that why…right here.

Right now.

It’s you.