“Oddly, now that I write that, I realize that this border between understanding and not understanding is itself me finding my thoughts in a bit of a liminal space, isn’t it?”
You know something? The more I think about this concept, the more I realize how I am in a emotional (and maybe physical) liminal space as a widower. In the area between where I was - married - and where I'm going to - unknown. This feels SO right to me and kind of explains part of the unease I feel in my life now.
“Oddly, now that I write that, I realize that this border between understanding and not understanding is itself me finding my thoughts in a bit of a liminal space, isn’t it?”
Gotta be my favorite part!
Ha! Thanks!
You know something? The more I think about this concept, the more I realize how I am in a emotional (and maybe physical) liminal space as a widower. In the area between where I was - married - and where I'm going to - unknown. This feels SO right to me and kind of explains part of the unease I feel in my life now.
No doubt, I hadn’t even thought about that for you.