This July I will be celebrating personal freedom. 4 years on my own and more in love with myself than ever before. And I'm tired of watching incredible women who can lift up anyone any hour of the day struggling to bring themselves up and away from crappy relationships. And I'm going to beat all of them. You hear me? Love the fuck up. Yourself.

Everyone has issues. The point is to treat suffering as a signal to solve something, not live in it perpetually.

There are men who will worship you! But you settle for less. Because we all have childhood trauma. Adult trauma. Because you have empathy. Because people heal and change. Go heal yourself. Leave everyone else the fuck alone.

Young blood! 

When I would give

me all away

just to happysize another 

Oh, wisdom! 

How elated I make

myself

I've arrived into my body 

loudly

The excitement for being a

woman 

unleashes laughter, dancing 

Emotions galore, rooms full of

me

A body that births, a mind that 

creates

Can't put a finger on that personality

for it's everywhere

In love, in love, in love

I am

with me

No days are enough

no nights to show you 

the depth that women scoop up

nonstop from places no other can go to

The kids and I did party and go to bed late all 3 days of the weekend, yet I refuse to believe that's the source of my slow grey moving about life today. It's the responsibility dragging me down. How do I make that exciting? I'm the one whispering to everyone that responsibility is freedom, so what's my beef? Maybe I can be motivated by money and food. Yet it feels like the real drive is "nothing". 

Such a Buddhist morning.

I create a bowl of matcha with an intention of sitting down and enjoying slowly, peacefully, dreamingly. And then I remember how much I loathe sitting. Sitting sittING SITTING!


You are your worst enemy, who else?