Ship to Wreck
And, ah, my love remind me, what
was it that I said? I can’t help but
pull the earth around me to make my
bed And, ah, my love remind me,
what was it that I did? Did I drink
too much? Am I losing touch? Did I
build this ship to wreck?
—Florence + the Machine
This is a love story, like all my favorite stories. It’s a story
about letting yourself be loved, in all your imperfect,
scarred, non-spectacular glory. And it’s about the single
most profound life change I’ve yet encountered.
One Saturday, three years ago, I stared at the ceiling of a
hotel room in Dallas, exhausted. I said to myself, “If anyone
else wants to live this life I’ve created for myself, they’re
more than welcome to try. But I’m done. I need a new way
to live.”