Breathe sometimes.

I’m gonna do a 100 day thing.
Today’s the first day.
I feel much more naked here than I expected now that I’m typing.

Safe to say it’s because of the 100+ censored comments from my last post in 2021. All spam. Which feels like such a violation. And perhaps that’s why this doesn’t feel like home.

It’s an interesting thing to leave a place. I left my tiny corner of the internet and assumed it would just be left untouched. Unscathed. And in my absence, it was littered upon. Which, in part, is fine. No harm no foul. Nothing that can’t be lather. rinse. repeat. in order to bring it back to its original….whatever.

But still something about that feels…..dirty.

I wonder if there’s a metaphor here. Or perhaps I’m tired and it’s a stretch.
Perhaps I’m caressing a thing that’s passing. Perhaps I’m intertwining my fingers through its fingers and keeping it here passed its time.

Which brings me back to the 100 days.
I’m gonna start asking source about my next moves.
My next best step.
Where I’m supposed to let go and where I’m supposed to flesh out.
Where every thing is nothing and no thing is everything.
I await all its human messiness as I practice a higher awareness and acceptance.
I’m excited for all the unfolding.