Many of my old friends have not responded to my emails about my work now. The dance. Or whatever. I can only assume that they aren’t digging it. (It doesn’t fit your picture of me?)
I used to be shy. (Hard to believe?) I used to be obedient. I have changed. Or rather, I am uncovering. What is now always was. But quieted.
Here’s the thing. I have to see myself as an energy. Pink. Sweet. Hot. It moves. It CHANGES.
In my lifetime of perfectionism, of looking at end products and deciding that doing nothing was better then failing, I was stuck. I had to change.
I fought my way to the inside. I cried and kicked and screamed and made a fool of myself.
But now. Finally. I just grow and change. I’m no longer ruled by what will be successful. What everyone will love. What will make everyone comfortable.
I’m open to something greater. Source. And I let it move me forward. I know I’m sounding all cornball. (Cornball is so not me.)
But it’s the truth. If my changing makes you uncomfortable, it’s because I’m showing you the scary fucking inevitable. Everything. Changes.
So to my old friends who don’t get me, I love you. To my closest circle, I love you even more. Be brave with me.
Go ahead. Cut your hair. Dress it up. Take it off. Let yourself fall into the river of change that is happening. Show us how you do it.
(This post is for Tim. He suggested this idea. He’s also bravely and sweetly unafraid of the ever changing me.)
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