Everything breathes in of itself. We separate for our minds. The space around things is connected as much as the things themselves.
When learning new skills. Everything was separate, needing its own time, place, and category. It needed to stay within these categories, or chaos would quickly follow.
Now, it all needs to merge. The Artist, Florist, Model, Mother. In spite of the possible chaos and the definite unknown. Because the comfortable categories are no longer necessary. I can no longer play different roles. I just need to be whole.