09/20/2025
Standing still might sound easy, but for this guy it’s one of the hardest things. We work on it often, just stand, just wait. But as I watch him fidget, I think of myself. How hard it is for me to just be still. To breathe. To sit with the weight that sneaks up and rolls heavy, like a snowball gathering speed.
Some days it’s my mind running wild trying to keep two households in order, making sure my sister’s cared for, carrying the weight of parenting, running businesses… all while missing my mom so damn much. Wishing I could hear her voice when my heart aches for her.
So Otto and I both practice standing still. Him with his restless feet, me with my restless spirit. Maybe we’ll just get there together.
Stillness doesn’t come easy, but neither does finding your footing when the one you’d call is gone.