Waiting For No Reason.

So i’m sitting here…waiting for the thing. The thing to write about, the thing to say. Waiting for the thing, looking for the signs…waiting. Then I hear this quote, “Write about the thing that scares you most.” I don’t remember where I saw it, sorry. But let me be frank for a moment if I may. Given the speed at which information is shoved at us and our propensity to inattention, those who manage to actually get the information correct, and cited, are few and far between.

I digress…

So then I start getting pissed off at the signs. Yes, the ones I was asking for. They weren’t the ones I wanted, they lead to something scary. Fuck that! My days are full enough. I don’t “actually” have time in my life to face my own fears. Well…bitch doesn’t have time to go crazy again either, so here it is lol

If you haven’t figured it out already, the thing I fear the most is myself. Obviously!!! Bahahahahaha

The thing I fear most is me. But spiritual study tells me that the thing I should admire most is me? So are fear and admiration the same thing? Am I scared of the thing that I want the most? Of course.

To some this may not seem like new information, and that’s great! For some, this information will be fraught with inconsistencies and mistakes. And for some, my hope is that it will be helpful.

Me, through my eyes. What I believe, how I got there, how I keep going. The daily events that cross my path and the lessons in life I am sent here to learn. Follow if ya want, don’t if ya don’t. My intention is to be honest, courageous and of service, whatever that looks like.

I’m excited to see where public writing takes me, but at the moment I’m still hiding behind “I don’t know what to say.” Not knowing is actually a beautiful thing. It leads to a place of discovery.

Happy Sunday Folks 😉