Chart from your heart. Accommodating our alterations shouldn’t be a tease. Even if most balk at the notion of amending their routines. Humans ought to be geared for anticipating a journey. This tipping point has been escalating for me as my second half of life bumbles as the tumbleweed its forever fetishism fortuitously is. Sometimes determinedly in a clear directional windswept pattern. At other times bouncing from a randomly assigned gait to graceful intellect scanning an entire valley of courage all its own without fear of splintering into a zillion separate pieces. Need a day off ~ ok. A week ~ hmmm, that’s up to you. Any longer and you’re selling yourself too short my friends. We’re in charge of our adaptation architecture. Let’s stack a strength of integrity so high until it’s become our blind habituality. Keep aesthetic adjustments striving to do the ultimate version of yourself.
A visit with your core could pop open the destiny you’d previously perceived was a giant chore. But such a proper date with your guttural rapport might slaughter all your yammering once and for all. We, you, I deserve to let loose the fabric of convenience. Besides the monotony of maintaining its neatness. We owe it to individual opulence to shove that tidiness our middle finger enough moments. Instead, to ride the tides of epic ebbs and frequent flows nosing their abnormalities along with harmony’s rockstar shows. How majestic one’s leaps to woes if/when we’re granted the space to shower the globe with our glow. In honor of every single breath we were expected, instructed, enslaved, outraged, caved, cornered, consciously or unconsciously controlled by society, ancestry, patriarchy, shitty grave ghosts, or a host of others deeming us to follow less than our badass truth.
In came the options. Flooding my senses with that oysteresque pearly-possibilities feeling. The sequence of sifting between attachments versus authenticity is the root of your lifetime. It’s a devotion to anchoring with the deepest parts of your soul. Where serving yourself everything you’ve ever wanted will never lose sight. Like a cannonball that’s left its chamber, there’s no going back from a blast of monumental modification. We’re always traversing the constellation known as change. Everyone’s typically stitching it together as if the constants in your now are just as friendly tomorrow or next year. Yet, the scratch to my lively itches often begged a wider scope. It’s as if my sensory load knew well there would be a canvas of cultural overload. Beyond the given geography my spirit egged me on for wherever ‘more’ grew shores I didn’t dare disappoint to leave out of my dreams.
Visionary hormones rest within each of us. We’re eternally designing our external landscape. Although, intuition desires to teach you whenever you’re married to your honesty your outer scenery begins to mime your internal hunter. Quite readily these explorers meet head-on. Paradise vibes evolve to rap upon your door. Support laces with your groundwork as you locate the places you’re meant to carve as your home. For some, your leading connection can be a close-knit community. Fields of another, similar to me, shall settle best against a backdrop of innumerable differentiating borders. A tolerance for the weight to the wake of our travels correlates to communications we foster with each of our relationships. Your disappointment is not evidently my responsibility. However, it is my obligation to tour my emotions and not to strap on yours.
Being biased for enjoying our slices of life imitates the layers of leverage we’re offered through the liberation of self. One’s odyssey operates without uncomfortable oddity the sooner you voyage with intimate intention. It can be downright difficult to ignore those whom you adore. They’re able to behave as if their decisions or permissions matter to the bedrock of your body. I’m here to tell you that’s wholly unfair. People-pleasing survival dependencies merely mask our solutions by way of their disconnection tendencies. Harnessing the ‘Triangle of Conflict’ within you is authoring your freedom. The principles of whatever you’ll choose to love in your span of bravery aren’t based on matching anything that’s navigated prior or perhaps unfolds after. The minute I caught on to living for me was when a new lease on satisfaction surrounded me. You’re only real job is to narrate a genuinely almighty you!
May your mapping be motivational magic.