breathing

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If I wasn’t DOING a million things at once
While scrolling 
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
while
Carving out the best newsletter ever
and 
Pumping the stratosphere full of my cleverness 3x a day …
I was nothing.
My lungs, 
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.
Resting.
Following my heart
and 
The soft purrs of my body
and
My nervous system’s yawning desire
to be in

S


L


O


W 
motion.
In order to breathe
In a way that fills my actual lungs
In order to bring 
Down into me the god-ness
The true-ness
The reality
Of communion
Of living
And how to love and be loved 
How to desire and be desired
How to receive … receive … receive … 
Off screen.