A New Kind of Beautiful
So the insurance company said they wouldn't renew unless we cut down some of the trees and brush around the house and we had only a few months to do it and suddenly, my mind was racing and grabbing and panicking... My beautiful woods... gone? What about the birds? And the squirrel? What about Me? Grief had already set in. I knew it. My childhood memories. Wiped out. Everything I know about this place. Done. And I caught myself because I realized nobody had come out for an assessment yet. We didn't actually know how much would have to be taken down. I had very little information. Only a story I'd made up in my head. I had to slow. Breathe. Gather. Because the second you let a narrative build is the very moment you begin to drift away from the truth and into your fears until you're no longer anchored to reality. All that's left is a sea of emotions and false beliefs and bracing for something that might not even happen. What I also noticed about myself i...
