“You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestation of your own blessings.” -eg
I’m terrified of not competing in the rat race of humanity, but it’s even more debilitating for me to consider getting to the end of this rollercoaster with my eyes slammed shut and my knuckles white from holding on too tight, and for far too long. Today, tomorrow, and for the longevity of this very real and permanent tattoo, I’ll look down at my wrist and be reminded to savor each moment in which I’m presented with the opportunity to
I’m becoming less concerned with being the girl who’s always climbing higher, who’s always achieving more, who’s always willing to say yes and how high. I want to be the girl who doesn’t live for and by the labels she is assigned to. My life doesn’t stand as a stream of days presented to the general public as some sort of entertainment tapestry.
I’m not convinced I’m here to do anything monumental. I’m not sure any of us are here to be game-changers for one another. It makes more sense to believe that it is our own personal duty to absorb the things and people that bring us life and love, and to then do our best to serve as small stepping stones and lights for those we come into contact with thereafter.
In the end, we are responsible for our own stories. I want my pages to be full of choosing joy over and over and over again.