My Mail Jeep came to me with a broken starter, it could be a faulty wire, or just a bad starter, either way, each time I turn the key I am surprised.
It keeps me living on the edge, on the pinhead of unknown.
Getting upset really isn’t constructive for it literally can’t help but act the way it acts according to what is wrong with it.
I can relate to the jeep and find correlations in wanting something to be unbroken that is broken.
Inside of me are faulty wires, connections that lead to nowhere or wires long forgotten and for me to expect myself to act and respond normally is crazy.
Malfunctioning is normal for me.
Just as not starting every time is normal for my jeep.
How much easier it is to replace parts on a jeep in comparison to emotional reconnections inside of me.
Each disconnection is felt and grieved as the new ones are born and celebrated.
We don’t actually get new parts we transform the parts of ourselves that are broke.
Little by little we rebuild ourselves into a full working self.
It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change. ~Author unknown
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