Hi! It’s Thursday.
I haven’t shared one of these in a few days because I was at a family reunion, bleeding, teaching theater at summer camp, working with clients, and in my own little cave of accepting various points of reality for what they are as opposed to the potential my hopeful little heart is able to see.
This is not to say that I am deleting hope from my emotional vocabulary … but I’m ready to move forward in certain ways on ~the path~ and as intuitive people, it’s important to call things what they actually are in physical reality at certain moments. Sometimes hope can turn into wishful thinking or tolerating less than you want from life in the name of “more is coming if I just hold on a little longer.”
Baby, I can’t afford to hold on a little longer in all this heat. My fingers slipped. I let go.
I am prepared for life to offer some sort of net to catch me, in ways that will probably catch me off guard.
Same shit! Different day.
And so,
we dance:
