Spent my tens waiting for then…
Spent my twenties seeking plenty…
Spent my thirties getting dirty in worry…
Started living in my forties… sorta.
Less (tolerance for) bullshit, from myself, and from anyone else. Even so, it’s never mattered much, the considerable noise, but experience focuses the lens more and more. There is much emotional insanity in these glorious times of massive change. Apathy is easy. Cowards hide from feeling.
Your incredible heart will reflect out in the world ways to snap you out of it, time and again; the sacred hill will get steeper and steeper until we finally surrender to our ultimate truth. Avoid self-injury and pain and don’t think there’s anything or anyone you can project or give away the narrative to your ship, your ocean, your design.
The emotional anchors of guilt, shame, self-reproach, self-admonishment, self-denial, represent antitheses to self-discovery, self-expression, self-trust, and self-love. It’s not an ego trip. It’s integration; all of our tools, skills, permission slips, experiences and insights are the composition of our uniqueness, importance, and value to this world.
Existing here, now, is enough. Fuck the rest of the nonsense. Rekindle your creative fire by accessing the heart center. Your higher self cannot ever be at any distance, nor quiet when you need to course correct. Utilize it. Listen. Feel. Trust. Sit down and shut the hell up once in a while.
You are loved, and never alone.
Solvitur ambulando
Photo: the “restore score” _build stuff_