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Partner Or Project

Our past relationship, whatever the boundaries, can we consider being activity partners at some point in time. Capable of giving support, in the form of wellness updates, at times to the other, or are we still both parts of”projects” uncompleted. Feeling heavy weight, depression, and workload, so not in a position to give anything more. This is necessary to close the doors of expectations, when in a position where there is no chance, for original hopes and plans. But what I can’t understand, is why the symbol of an open window in spring that lets in and allows us to hear notes of songbirds, feel new air circulating to breathe, can’t be warming, and dissipate the chills of past seasons, past memories of “projects, we took on, and couldn’t see the effect within ourselves, how ultimately draining family support can become. What happened to the partners we once loved freely , seemingly without effort. Bottom line; can the timing ever be right again, when we can say and feel, we’re in a position to be more ”partners”, then, “projects”, to each other, and ourselves. Even when too many projects are on our plate I think we deserve to have touch base partners in life. Only a few words is all it takes to open the door, to find out if someone is a new partner, or one lost and now found again. How will you know A partner versus a project? Partners won’t require much work, just feel supportive. A project will cause headaches, heartaches, and weigh on the spirit, simply net negative. Here is the kicker, we’ve all been projects to ourselves and others. So If we learn to back off, understand we’ve all been projects, maybe we can help and find a partner within a project, in an unexpected place, at an unexpected time, never considered or thought possible before.

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