1000 Words of Summer #1

6/17/2023

The last few years feel like a major transition. A liminal space. An invitation to a new way of life after the closing of many chapters. I feel like Lady Gaga, perpetually on the Edge of Glory as I come of age. I can’t blame my Saturn Return anymore. All that’s left is me. I’ve washed away so many of my masks, my frustrations, my doubt, only to reveal more of me to heal and experience. A liminal space. A transition. A new beginning. It has been out with the old and in with the new lately, even in relationships that are certainly and technically old. I guess there’s this idea, this question inside me…Where am I going? The answer isn’t a total mystery. I’m manifesting moment-to-moment, aware of my thoughts, connected to my purpose, and aware of my priorities after taking careful stock of my life. I feel the way my life is more in alignment lately. I feel the way I’ve made space in hopes of receiving new, from my closet to my professional life, to my friendships, and beyond. I am driving the ship or the car, or whatever vessel it is that I’m on. I’m on my way. But the wait, or the ride, or whatever this is is definitely longer than I expected it to be. Patience is a virtue but it’s never been mine, and I’m proud of the way my trust and faith are growing and allowing me to become more patient, but there’s a sense of acceptance of my current life that triggers me into wondering if I’m complacent. God forbid I like my life, right? Why do I associate contentment with failure? Is stasis always bad? Who's experiencing stasis anyway? My life continues to change in such small. They’re unseen but they’re everything.