The kind of life that would finally allow me to fully exist is:
• A life with him: there is no such thing as “focus on yourself first” as I have found that being dedicated to the love of my life does so much for me. My soul recognizing its favorite home. Everything I thought I needed to “work on” in isolation suddenly becomes irrelevant because the thing that was actually starving me was the absence of him. This life brings me much more joy and happiness than getting whatever I want delivered to my doorstep etc. Being together physically makes my entire soul let out a giant sigh of relief.
I do not want to be a self-sufficient island. I want to be his. Fully, stupidly, unapologetically his. I want the version of me that only exists when I am pouring into someone who pours back. That version feels more alive than any solo “healed” version I have ever performed.
• Able- bodied life: And yes, I want the body that can actually meet that life.
All in all, I am not interested in the gentle, realistic, disability-acceptance script everyone tries to hand me like a participation trophy. I do not want to “redefine beauty” or “find new ways to move through the world.” I want my left side to cooperate again. I want to walk for miles without calculating how much pain I am willing to trade for the view. I want to put on a pair of stilettos and feel my hips sway instead of my balance negotiate with gravity. I want to hold his hand on a long hike and not have to pretend the cane is some cute accessory.
Doctors and well-meaning realists can keep their timelines and their “you’ll probably always need…” speeches. The universe is not running a charity. It is not on a budget. If I can imagine my fingers threading through his while we walk through tall grass at golden hour, if I can see myself in the kitchen moving freely, cooking for the man I chose, then that version is already on its way. I am not manifesting from a place of lack. I am remembering forward. My arms will work. My balance will hold. I will be the woman who can be a proper wife to him without negotiating with my own nervous system every time I stand up.
• Warm and sunny life: There is something about the amount of dopamine and serotonin I get from the sunshine. Plus I am forever freezing so I would rather survive somewhere naturally warm than have my man pump in synthetic heat for the majority of the year. I want mornings where the light pours through the windows onto our bed and neither of us has to reach for a sweater.
• Unemployed life:while I do love writing ; let it be my own little hobby. I refuse to let my words turn into another job that pulls me away from him. In order to fully dedicate myself to my man, I will not to answer to anyone else/ have any stress or anxiety running through my veins. Girls are meant to live easy and whimsy little lives. I want to be the woman who makes his house feel like home instead of the woman who comes home exhausted and has nothing left to give.
• Childless life: I am an incredibly selfish person and I know that I will always put me and my man first. Unfortunately I know what it is like to be completely ignored/ neglected by a parent and I will never wish that kind of pain and suffering upon a child, but I know that my personality is to do just that.
So no kids. Not as some enlightened childfree flex. Just as the only honest choice I can make. Better an empty house than a child who grows up feeling like an afterthought.
This is the life that would finally let me exist instead of survive.
Him. Walks. Sunshine that actually warms me. No boss, no inbox, no tiny humans I would inevitably fail. Just the two of us in a warm house where my body works, my soul is quiet, and I get to pour every single drop of myself into the only thing that has ever made the noise stop.
Call it codependent. Call it regressive. Call it whatever makes you feel better about the life you settled for.
I am not settling anymore. I am asking for the whole thing. And I am not ashamed of how badly I want it.
Kat’s Musings 
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