The idea is to write. Unconditionally. To read. To think. To move. To not compare. To get fresh air. To find what really inspires me. To maybe not take myself so seriously. To find out what I want for this little space amongst so many other great, intimidating spaces. It’s not such a radical idea. It won’t make me stick out in the crowds. But right now, that can’t really be my goal. I can’t stick out until I know what I want to say.

I’m tempted to think inside the boxes, to do what I’m told, to follow. Because that’s safe. And comfortable. But despite the extreme discomfort and fear and stomach twisting feelings that come with stretching myself, I always come out saying, ‘I’m glad I did that.’

If you’re wondering how many blog posts of my hormonal ramblings it’s going to take to get to where I want to be, I’m wondering the same thing. But it’ll take however long it takes.

I’m finding a lot of solace and inspiration in music lately. Lupe Fiasco has been a favorite the past couple years. Love this lyric: and yea I got flaws, I know I’m not perfect/but all the ups and downs, will soon be worth it/when I get there/when I get there

The idea is to not sit still, whether in mind or in body. Until I get there. And these two rugrats make it fairly easy to stay on the move…