It feels like I’m the only in a lot of areas.
Only one around who isn’t ecstatic to be where I am.
The only one who isn’t in a serious relationship, married, or having kids.
The only one who has the position I have because I am single and can afford to work crazy hours.
The only one whose loneliness cuts deep, but is too busy and afraid to dive in and examine these heart aches.
Only can be terrible, can be isolating, can be everything I’ve feared with plopping in this new life. This season is one of only, attempting to excuse my disappointment and cover up with what I am assumed to be expected gratefulness. And I am, but I have to think of the thoughts that pulse behind my mind, lingering, letting me know not all is quite well.
If only I could have followed my heart and had my life work out the way I desperately wanted to.
If only I would never had opened my heart in the first place.
If only I knew what was coming, I would have appreciated where I was all the more. //
What if my heartache always lingers? What if it stays burrowed in the base of my bones? If only I never made hopes and expectations of my life, I wouldn’t have been prone to plummet in disappointment.
Only, what if all my disassembled dreams have been unraveled so God could create something beyond my greatest imagining?
There’s only so much time I can spend weighing myself with what is in the past.
Now, there is today.
Here. One breath and then another.
There is only where I stand today, a slow, sweet current brushing the bare soles of my feet.
Only the wonder of what is yet to be.
Continuing my attempt at the Five Minute Friday weekly writing challenge. Five minutes to write on the assigned topic. Raw and unedited. (Yikes!) This week’s topic: Only. // symbolizes where five minutes stopped, and then I continued writing.