You are enough. That is enough.
Sweet liberation. I have a confession. It’s something I’ve been sitting for half my life – I’m 32 now. If you do the math, it started when I was in high school, sophomore-ish. I wanted to be seen, desired, liked. No, that’s not the confession. I would do things that would make me look a […]
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My art is me. My art is my way of being. My way of being is my art. It has nothing to do with sharing anything with anyone. I say that because I felt like I needed to, in order to validate and honor my art, to give it a voice, a purpose, a direction. […]
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I used to be so afraid of being seen, so afraid to be identified or identifiable in a crowd. I wanted to crouch down onto my knees and disappear so often, praying that no one would notice me, that I wouldn’t inspire anyone to make a comment about me or to me. It was truly […]
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A typical conversation with Soul, my partner, not my actual soul lol is sprinkled generously with: ya ass fucken bitttch shut the f up get the f out of here f you etc etc etc. Basically a bunch of profanity with a sprinkle of actual meaning and content. To me, I look at this and […]
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What does it mean to be fully expressed? That question feels kinda big for me, in this moment. I just journaled around that topic several pages. I noticed I felt discomfort around being fully expressed. I asked myself the questions. Why did I feel uncomfortable? When did I feel uncomfortable when it comes to expressing […]
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