Remember why you do this. It is not to garner ‘likes.’ But to go inside myself, a place often run from. A time all mine, delectable. See what’s there, feel what’s there, stretch around into all the dark corners and own them. Each morning, a new day, new ideas, new feelings, as if all the cells died overnight growing new ones.
A day to hold in my hand like a wilting blossom. Use it wisely, fully, and become all that is. That doesn’t mean saving the world, it means saving myself.
A person almost gone, often still drowning in past habits of pacifying, pleasing, and twisting myself into a person who hardly resembles who really resides inside me.
Authenticity isn’t going along. It is touching my core where truth rings clear, which can mean disagreement with another. Not a nod of the head accompanied by a fake smile to keep things smooth.
It is finding me, being me. Not an easy job after 60 years of fakeness to fit into a world where I don’t want to be anyway.
My world. The trees, wind, and mother, who guides me with her seasons.