That folding chair, we all know that type of chair. It’s always there for the extra guest, or that last-minute invite that was always meant to include, they swear. It’s okay, pull on up that folding chair, we almost forgot that you were here.
So I carry around that folding chair. Pulling it up here and there. Craving to feel that special glare. Feeling seen, heard, and maybe even welcomed here.
As I unfold that folding chair, I do feel welcomed and able to share. I can joke, laugh, and make memories. I made it but yet I’m not fully there. I miss the inside jokes, the history, and the bonds they share as I sit in my folding chair.
I no longer want to carry that folding chair. It is heavy and it is a lot to bear. I want to have a place, a chair that’s already there. I have my tables, my settings, and my fair share of chairs. I’m really perfectly content and happy over here. I feel the love and the abundance of care. I’ve built a table with a lot of space and plenty of room to spare. So you are more welcome to have a seat right here.
I think it’s time to leave behind that folding chair. I know I can always squeeze in here and there but, I no longer need that folding chair.
