Just go with the flow. I’m only three words deep and I can already feel the sunset. Won’t know what it all means until the sun hits my face but I have a feeling that it’s gonna be a good day.
Wondering about the laughter that comes naturally.. the way that people connect when they least expect it… our authentic connections to love and to the universe…
placing ourselves on a frequency that most resonates with us is the best way to attract people on the same channel.
I don’t know if it is something that will work for you but that is how I met Mari. All I could think of that day was how grateful I was that the universe introduced me to her… I recall having to check myself… to make sure I wasn’t oogling too much… I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable…
I was just really grateful that I had the opportunity to meet her that day…
I still pick at the details in my mind… glossing over the success and productivity and productive breakthroughs while embracing much of the pain and faults and errors… I have to recollect my thoughts…
I have to treat my memories like a filing system…
why hold on to old bills paid and throw out the love letters? It makes no sense… I must move forward and embrace that which has given me a leg up in my mind… that which continues to motivate me… day in and day out…
We build on the castle in the clouds… we stand on the shoulders of giants… we climb higher and higher.. and there is no end in sight. We are all in this together and writing is something that I am attempting to use to connect myself with others… maybe I’ll find some friends this way? Maybe some friendly people will find this and it will motivate them to reach out to other friendly people… maybe friendliness has absolutely nothing to do with this.
We are not alone but, at times, it sure as hell feels like it…
There is no such thing in this world as darkness. We are all love. We have to learn to communicate better… to tell our story better.. to be more authentic with ourselves if we wish to be more authentic with others…
I want to hold on to the authentic memories that motivate but I am afraid to release the shackles of pain because I feel that the lesson will be lost and I will be doomed to repeat my mistakes… I couldn’t be further from the truth… I repeat myself over and over trying to convince myself that everything will be ok. I don’t really know. But the mystery of not knowing is exactly what makes living so exciting.. it is exactly where I feel my hairs stand on end…
I am motivated to stand because I know that I won’t always be able to.
Hey, if you’re still here, thanks for reading this. You are witnessing a 36-year-old male trying to figure himself out through 500 word daily free-writes that he posts online. If you have any advice or any exercises that you think I could benefit from, it would be greatly appreciated! Thank you! 🙂
