In my life, I consider the moments of moving in faith, "jumping the cliff". Like quitting my job, letting go of a 4-year crush that I thought would be the relationship of my life (HAHA), things like that. I have no idea what's at the bottom, if there is a bottom. I have no idea… Continue reading Leaving the nest – Pt. 1
Looking up at the sky today, I was mesmerized by the wispy clouds against the blue background. Super gorgeous day. I could see the clouds slowly unfurling and meandering, nowhere to go, nothing to do. Gazing at the vastness, enjoying the warmth of the sun, I had a sudden feeling that I was in a… Continue reading Are you home?
With my eyes open, sometimes I can't see myself Sometimes all I see are others What they're doing What they're saying Who they're being And I feel lost Even now 29, almost 30 years old. With my eyes open, sometimes I forsake my truth my wonder my soul. I wander down the aisles of another's… Continue reading Taking my sweet ass time
[Taken from today's journal spew] Wowza. Look at that. "19". [after writing today's date] Yeah. It really happened. Really really. Here we are... 2019. Really just a number. Really just a collection of months, weeks, days... And yet it gives us, me meaning. Something to look forward to. Something to enjoy. Or not. The cynical… Continue reading The dead dances
I would like to thank you for being a courageous player in this Game of Life. I know you didn't have to, or you could have been less involved or whatever. But you so daringly jump in, yielding relentlessly to faith, truth, freedom. Your desire to live and live fully is magnificent. You are a gorgeous… Continue reading From the desk of your CEO and Captain,
The past month has been a quiet one for me. Somewhat of a sobering one. In the past, I might have said I lost my voice for a month. In the past, I might have apologized for my silence, to myself, to anyone that reads my stuff. In the past, I might have cringed and… Continue reading Rising
It wasn't until very recently that I've been operating life from a fear of disappointment. That wasn't very surprising, to be honest. It helped me understand why I didn't go for things, why I held my breath for the other shoe to drop, why I detached myself from desires, wants, hopes. To be honest, it… Continue reading Reframing disappointment – 62/100