Being alive and reaching towards my goals feels good. I’m glad I can sit down and feel my way through femininity. I’m glad I can reach for the stars and still keep going after I fail. I’m glad the pressure is off when I succeed in one area and I get to find something else to inspire me in another. There are too many ways to enjoy the breath of life to punish myself for being too rigid or too soft, too nice or too quiet. I’m an entire human with a million tiny connections. Sometimes, it makes me think of sea anemones swaying on the sea floor. The point is that above all else, I’m human, and I’m grateful for the gift of life.
Phew, I barely got a chance to stop and breathe today. How was your day? And how’s your writing going?
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