The Ground Beneath My Feet

At first when my teacher said that the assignment was to do with finding something on the ground beneath my feet it got me thinking. Not about dirt, gravel, pavement, but the foundation that keeps me going everyday. Sounds super cliche right? When people come into our lives they end up becoming one of three types of people. The first type of person they can become is an acquaintance, someone who is nice and you get along with, but ultimately is just a floater that comes in and out of your life without a huge impact. Then you have the second type of person which is an enemy. This person either started off in good standing and gradually got to this type or immediately from the beginning felt some sort of hatred towards you. Either way those type of people really suck when it comes to dealing with them in life. The last type of person are the people that life would not function without. This last type of people are for the special friends and family that keep you going while also bringing you joy. The one thing all three of these people have in common is that they all play a small or large roll in building a foundation to stand on. Each part makes a difference in shaping a person into who they are. These are the very basis that creates the ground beneath our feet.

For me, the main structure for the foundation beneath my feet is a guy named Steve. Full disclosure I met Steve after I punched through a wall and broke my hand in three places. That complete story is for another time, but back to my point. A moment of weakness and vulnerability started a year long relationship that has not gone a day with out laughter and smiles. Without Steve my world would be unstable and unbalanced. In these photos taken over this past weekend it shows not only joy, but the joy in ridiculous moments that happened this weekend along with a lot of struggle for me personally. Being a person who lives with horrible PTSD, finding someone that is willing to stick around and be there for you are your worst is very hard to come by. It requires a lot of patience, late night phone calls, and someone that will sit with you when you feel like the terrors of the past are giving you a panic attack. Thankfully Steve does all that for me and more. He is so positive and loving. When I have given up on the world he pushes me to give it another chance. The people that keep you moving in life are the people that continue to stand firm underneath you to help you walk and function. Everyone needs to find that person that adds a big chunk of themselves to your foundation and you can do the same for them. This is a person that wants you to be yourself no matter what and is disappointed when you try to fit any other mold. Not everyone can find themselves a Steve, but I hope they can find something pretty close to this incredible human.