It seems strange to me that at 37 I’m still learning about who I am. Things that I never would have dug up had I not been looking; monumental things. Things that drive me, things that shape how I behave.
I’ve got a deep seated fear of rejection.
I have no problem getting close to somebody, but only so far.
In my life, I have been blessed with not just a woman, not just a wife in name alone, but a partner. Someone who believes, who has glimpsed the person I can be (who I want to be). Someone willing and able to ride out the rough with me. A partner, a friend, a lover. My wife.
So happy to wake up next to her, a different, deeper man every day.
This little journey of mine, even though it’s not so old, is already unlocking boxes in my mind that have been sealed since they were made. I’m redoing the foundations of this old house, so that it will last forever.