Nothing is fitting. Not literally. Not my clothes specifically. They fit just fine. But like Goldilocks, I am having difficulty figuring out the best fit for some of the simplest things. Where to sit, sleep, and eat are just the icing on the cake.
It's a real problem, not knowing where you fit. I am rather glad this whole move/adventure didn't come with a warning that said 'You'll go crazy trying to figure things out' or I might have been frighted away a la Miss Muffet and her spider friend.
I'm learning a lot about the things I take for granted. I'm not only having to jive with new people, but new people are having to want to learn what makes me ... well, me!
The best chair, bed, and meal for this lion? The ones I'm invited to, am not confused about, and understand the boundaries around. I never realized just how important it is to me that I be included, invited, and filled in. I'm used to knowing all that I need to know. And now, I become lost and overwhelmed when sitting on the outskirts of interesting and complex relationships.
These are the 'good things' about being overwhelmed and 'lost' .... the discovery bits where I ultimately learn important things about me. Does that make it suck any less? HA! No. But, I will carry on! I've got this.
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