I have no expectations of the next 100 days except to show up and acknowledge the blank page.
I think a hell of a lot, in circles, about seemingly nonsense. I get totally stuck in my neuro-pathways to nowhere. I feel like I can take on the world one minute and suffocated by it the next.
girl i know, you are indeed flawed. and instead of running from it, trying to hide away, cover up, suppress, you are learning to be. girl i know is evolving to the Woman I am.
I ask Thought to be consistent, but never condone the idea that I am something to be fixed, manipulated, or hidden. Be consistent in new ways of thinking. Consistently alter the rooted story that made you so harsh on me, on yourself.