I’ve been more inconsistent here than I’d like to be but I’m releasing judgment on the fact that I started a new job a week ago, had a chaotic week before that, and am finding the time when I can. I’m releasing myself from writing as an obligation and allowing that writing is what I get to do when there’s time, space in my mind, ideas floating about. Never should it be forced.
I’m trying to be patient with my inconsistency and remind myself if here, now, is really where I’m meant to be that is exactly where I will be. If not it is of the utmost importance that I release everything, anything, that is not for me – silence the ego whispering in your ear from a perspective of self-gratifying, limiting beliefs.
Three Twenty
Three twenty
I prefer four twenty
But woke at three twenty
to shouting in my head
it catapulted me off of the couch
sent me to bed
shouting turning screaming
in my head
“We only ever get work
taken away from us”
Three twenty
I ask what side is calling
only to remember
everything has two
shifting
I recognize I get to choose
I scramble to search for my side
I find nothing
until I close my eyes, silence
The things that are work,
they fall away, are removed.
Three twenty speaks
to the way loss
is never loss
when the only thing we’re losing
is what wasn’t for us.
Three twenty speaks
to the way anything is possible
when we believe.
I kept my eyes closed
I fell back asleep
It’s easier to return to that
when I trust
it was the good
calling to me.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 