Fearless

i feel so strong. To have the emotional capacity to address things directly yet carry It with compassion at my foresight. 

Through living conviction i know every breath i breathe every action i set forth in this waking world I’ve done so with Love in my heart, love in my thoughts, love on my tongue and love love love permeating from the infinite and innermost part of my Being. 

There has been so many instances of death feeling better than the realities of my circumstances. 

yet every time God showed me something different. 

even in this new year, walking into It with a brick on my shoulder being told i could possibly have overgrown fibroids and that i may not be capable of having kids on my timeline, It was either now or never,

i let that fear absorb me - then i told It i was gna whoop it’s Ass and went about what i could do in the meantime, PIVOTING and thanking God for every moment of stillness i took to take care of Me.

and I’m here: juggling a fortuitous bounty of opportunity, and actually having the capacity, confidence and wherewithal to do the job. 

i wouldn’t be doing this if i was at Cal and i know that everything is on purpose. 

that no other circumstance would have struck the match under my ass to stay in a shelter and demand equitable housing for a thriving individual who refuses to live by society’s code of value - making large sums of money drowning the every day working person into spending.

every single thing in my life has been done out of love. And if no one gets that - that’s ok with me. Because I’m done living in fear.

im done creating a living hell on earth carrying fear.

im going to be ok if no one gets It. I always have and I’ve always ended up in better places because I’ve walked alone. 

Feeling more connected to the source than ever.