Learning something every day about myself.
I am my best teacher.
That doesn’t make the whole process less painful.
Or maybe it’s the upcoming full moon.
My body needs healing while I thought I was strong. My spirituality is flourishing while I thought I would never believe in anything beyond myself. That said, maybe after all I don’t and everything’s just the same. My creativity is overflowing and I thought I was never going to be an artist.
I am writing from a place of confusion and discomfort right now, and maybe I will regret hitting the publish button.
Then again, as I’m retreating in my cave, I know something will come out of it. I’m shedding my old skin to let the new skin shine bright. I’m not sure which form and colours will emerge though.
Maybe I just need a tropical vacation and a margarita after all.
Make that two.