Declarations. They’re kind of like this: powerful, grounding – and supremely inconvenient. They come from a place of strength sometimes, from that area inside of you that forces you to declare that you know better. But sometimes they slink back inside of you when you inhale with a sudden start and they settle into a location that might be in close proximity to your stomach because that’s where you begin to feel an odd sort of fluttering.
Declarations, I have found, are much like resolutions. They are made with the best of intentions. They are only made sometimes. And like a resolution and just about every pair of gloves I have ever owned in my entire life, I forget about them until they go so far missing that I can hardly remember what it was that I declared in the first place.