Sharing without inquiry definitely feels wildly uncomfortable, and as I’m speaking I’m asking myself if I’m talking too much, if they even care about what I’m telling them, or why I decided to open my mouth, no one asked for this story.

But again, it’s an edge, and I’ve decided it’s one to lean into.
So here we are with random shares.

Which brings me back to the reminder that the journey IS the destination. There is no end, there is only evolve.

And because spelling is spell-casting I will no longer say I feel lost:
I am merely on my way.

But I can't help but feel playing it safe isn't going to lead to the level of fulfillment, expansion, experience and love I know is possible in this lifetime. And when it breaks, this heart of mine, I've imagined applying the Japanese practice of Kintsugi to my heart. (Kintsugi is the process of repairing ceramics with gold.) Making my heart ever more precious through the experiences I've collected, the love I've shared and the support I have from those around me.

A new decade. How can it be only a decade?
I have lived multiple lifetimes, been multiple people.

It all begins with an idea.