To move together, we have to step in opposite directions.
The time for shame, doubt, and self-hatred is over. The time to celebrate ourselves unabashedly is now, now now…
Gossip spreads like sickness, infecting us one by one.
Let’s pack our suitcases full of courage and sprint out into the black velvet of night.
It’s that swelling inner song, telling us “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” despite the ever-looming cloud of failure or uncertainty or shame.
Isn’t that often how life goes? We trade one discomfort for another.
The breeze picks up. Howling now, it gives me wings. And I howl, too.
The truth is/ I need my worry /I love it/ I buy it dinner/ And take it out for drinks.
With each stroke of my beloved keyboard/my soul’s burden gets light, light/and then lighter.
You dive into the infiniteness of the universe, eyes closed, lips curled slightly upward.
I turn briskly around and run towards Fall, holding his hand and blushing at every possible chance. The light changes, the light in me changes. I need this change.
The rest is all about passion. Passion and drive. Focus and steadfastness. Rawness. Realness. The willingness to work until you almost collapse.
Personally, I’ll never truly be a completely mature adult-person. I’m too scattered, unstable, and stubborn. But, nonetheless, there comes a pinnacle moment (or moments) where you realize that you might … Continue reading