White is certain.
Black is certain.
I’ve called my relationship with uncertainty
a battle in the past.
But I’m learning
that I shouldn’t fight the grey areas.
That the beauty in that spectrum
is there if I practice leaning into it.
Embracing the curiosity
of the grey
is almost like
letting out a breath
I’ve been holding in
for a decade.
A realization I hope
becomes a way of being.
It won’t be easy.
I know that.
But I think I’m ready.
So I smile
as I straighten out my steering wheel.
It’s head tilted too far to one side.
Like a little puppy.
I always park with it straight.
He doesn’t,
but I like that it reminds me of him.
I smile as I
linger on the stairs of the parking
structure at the office,
The sky flirting with me.
Showing off it’s pink and blue
gradients that it knows
I can’t resist.
Grey is uncertain.
I’m going to try to be
done fighting it.
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