Lover’s Anonymous:F*ck it & LIVE!

WHAT’S “WRONG”

My mother told me something the other day that changed my whole paradigm on everything. I had been feeling a bit down. Then she said:

“You know, I thought about our conversation the other day, and I realized the biggest issue isn’t that you have separation anxiety; it’s that you think something is “wrong” with you for having it.”

Mind…………………………………………………………………………………………………..blown…………………….

If you’ve followed this blog for a while, you’ve seen (and heard) me work through my personal dilemmas and mental musings. But when I hit this bottom most recently, I knew I needed something else.

I needed more than eloquent thoughts or bare-naked venting:

I needed to accept the whole of me, and to prioritize the truth that there is nothing “wrong” with ANY of it!

I knew it was right for me because as soon as she said it, I felt as though a weight had lifted off my chest. It was most certainly a HELL YES!

F*CK IT & LIVE!

Look: we all have our stuff. But what’s “wrong” with that? We didn’t come here to be perfect. It ain’t about never getting messy (at least not for me any longer). We came here to BE and EXPERIENCE.

Life is for the LIVING…not just the thinking, pontificating and such. Evolution happens as we choose to move forward.

At some point, some things just need to be seen, owned and accepted.  Perfection is not the goal. Experiencing IS.  And acceptance is the stuff Love is made of.

So…

  • I know you’re selfish as hell. … F*ck it and live!
  • You told a lie to someone else or yourself? … F*ck it and live!
  • Sometimes you’re clingy as sh*t. **thinks** … F*ck it and live!

Ya dig?

No matter what any of us ARE or AREN’T, there are only ever two choices:

keep living or … nah?

And when it’s all said and done, only one question matters:

What you gonna do with what you got?

And with that, this is the last installment of Lover’s Anonymous.

Photo Credits: Dopeass artist Laetitia KY

 

An Ode to Endings (in the Circle of Life)

Had I known it was over, I would have cried too.

Allowed my shadows to pour til clear – for it to be known that I am flawed. Like you. Had I known that the delicacy of humanity was unwelcome in the sanctum between, I’dve dipped myself in alabaster – become one of those imperfect goddesses you worship (because their imperfection is contained in myth alone). Had I seen the sword poised so precisely over the fullness of my Truth, I would have never bowed my head to pray for forgiveness, but would have lain supine, and looked my judge in the eye.

Perhaps, my lip would have quivered as the metal gleamed in flight. Is Death truly a baptism to warriors of light?

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