There's a strong push (can I say "in all of us") to cut all ties, to fly free, to be independent ... to need nothing. I refuse to credit monthly cycles or lack of sleep or circumstantial chaos with the downward facing dog day (this may sound like a yoga move, but it is actually a bonafide way to describe a dreadful day) I just had. This kind of day feels like a punch in the gut or spit in the face or that scene in the old version of Willy Wonka where he says, "Stop, don't," ever so un-convincingly, as Violet shoves that strange gum into her mouth.
Today was all those things and a cappuccino. Well, the cappuccino I'm having now because the intense workout didn't shake everything out. Now that I think of it, the cappuccino is only lessening the blow by the tiniest of margins.
So, I'm going to make this short.
I don't know why or how long I've been listening to lies, but here's the skinny: I don't have it all together. I don't have all the answers. I get nervous. I fear. I am not confident all the time.
I'll just leave it at that. Maybe someone else can relate.
let LOVE fly like CrAzY