• tori duhaime

On the Horizon

I once mentioned an analogy of fitting the circle block into the square hole and how even as a kid, I knew there was a loophole to fit different objects into the “wrong” vessel. I’ve always joked that I’m a “professional bull-shitter” with more or less no qualifications to carry the titles or trust that I do. A circle trying to fit into the square.

The past couple of months have been a whirlwind. It feels like I’ve just gone through a full transformation of sorts and while I’m still the same person, my relationships, connections, and daily life feel so much more robust.

I have made so many new friends and connected with so many people I previously only admired and knew from afar. I’ve created friendships with women who mean the world and a half to me - friendships I didn’t believe I was worthy of.

I’ve found direction of sorts, a momentum that I know will eb and flow as does life, but I see the horizon of experiences and opportunities I’ve otherwise not known of - and like all horizons, another will appear with each step.

I used to see myself as the circle peg trying to play the system to fit into the square hole, but now I feel like the square and I have become triangles and I’m slipping seamlessly into a place of belonging not because I’ve had to change myself for other opportunities, but because the opportunities are seeing that they might need me too, so we’ve found mutual ground and values to work together on.

It’s never felt better to see the horizon continue on.

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