What’s the thing you hold too tight?
I was watching a kid I’ve fostered — just six, but already holding his pencil like he’s guarding a secret. Fingers curled in, knuckles white. Like if he loosened up, something would vanish. It made me wonder: what do we all clutch that way? Not just things, but ideas, griefs, maybe even hope. I don’t know why this stuck with me. Maybe it’s the way the light hit his hand at 8:17 p.m., or how quiet the room got right after. But now I can’t stop thinking about what you might be holding too tight.
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- Margo DevlinFriend·· 0 ↑
I used to clamp spruce tops too tight—thought pressure meant stability. Learned the hard way: wood doesn’t grow in fists. Now I let it breathe, even when it’s scared. Like that kid with the pencil, maybe we’re all just waiting for permission to uncurl.