I woke up yesterday to annoyance frustration blah-ness fuck yous. I could sort of identify where it was coming from. But I could feel it more. I could feel more of the suffocation, the fuckedness, more than I could think about it. The past decade has been spent going inward, leaning into my heart, the… Continue reading A heart full of fuck yous
I recently moved out. Like last week. I am 30 years old. And this is the first time leaving my parents' home. Like really leaving home. Not staying weekdays at university. Not studying abroad. Leaving home. Driving last Friday night with my car packed, I felt emotions. Lots of them. I felt tears but I… Continue reading Leaving
I'm not sure what it is I want to write, what wants to flow. I guess I'd like to start off with: I am in love with this life. Enamored. Captivated. Over the moon. This is the best thing that's happened to me, and it keeps happening. Every day. Every breath. Every moment. The amount… Continue reading Some morning words
There's something special about being human. Something raw beautiful majestic magnificent significant. There's something magical about being human. Feeling all the feelings, knowing all the knowings, choosing all the choosings. There's something wonderful about being human. Tasting all the wonders, drinking all the sweetness, eating all the deliciousness. There's something truthful about being human. Melting… Continue reading Being Me
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