I have no idea what I'm doing and I'm doing it anyway. As they say, it's only kinky the first time, or maybe the second...
Sometimes that means doing things that scare me the most. Sometimes that means getting really uncomfortable. Sometimes that means showing up. Sometimes that means putting myself out there even when there are nay-sayers and slayers. By sometimes, I mean always. And then I think, if I'm a no in the eyes of others or slaying myself by the lips of another, it's because those are the voices in my head. As though they wear like an introduction sticker. "Hello, my name is..." These attachments, so comfortable and yet so false. Outside illusions, old wounds, and pain. Those do not come from my heart, what's true, is my electric-center, it's my beautiful-badass-beating-heart. That's the charge, I feel it and it's why you feel it with me. We are connected here.
Just because it's not for someone else, doesn't mean it's not for you. I used to think this road was a little lonely, heck, a year ago it was. I tend to lean into my alone-ness now, to listen and learn, sometimes it means I am meant to move or transition. There's a pause to lean and learn. I trust in how little I know then and now. I revel in the little I know and keep walking into the unknown. This is the freedom. It's doing it anyway. It's teaching it anyway. It's loving it anyway. It's living it anyway. The less I know, the more I feel. The more I feel, the more I see. The more I see, the more I recognize how life is an interconnected web of motion, dripping with cadence and ever-lasting wisdom. It is knowing and unknowing all at once.
Live it anyway.
Love all the way.