If I wasn’t DOING a million things at once
And comparing what I was doing to everyone else’s doing …
I was anxious.
If I wasn’t running in circles ‘curating content’
And synching the perfect color story on my IG
Carving out the best newsletter ever
Pumping the stratosphere full of my cleverness 3x a day …
I was nothing.
Full of everyone else’s air,
Were suffocating in the hustle.
There’s a new me whispering to the surface
Of my own life.
I enjoy just being.
Following my heart
The soft purrs of my body
My nervous system’s yawning desire
to be in
In order to breathe
In a way that fills my actual lungs
In order to bring
Down into me the god-ness
And how to love and be loved
How to desire and be desired
How to receive … receive … receive …