The Expansiveness Of Wings
I’ve recently realized that restriction is a problem for me. It shuts me down. Crushes my fire and passion and spirit. Causes me to leave things that aren’t working anymore. And I never regret it.
I left gymnastics, piano, volleyball, basketball, track, and cheerleading, all at different ages. And each time my mom said “Are you sure? What if you regret it?” And I never did. Because I knew when it was no longer fun and time for me to go. I’ve left jobs and friendships and relationships for the same reason. Because in some way they were trying to hinder me from fully being me. That’s why one of the things I’m most proud of is following my intuition, even when it makes no logical sense. Because I’m hardly logical.
Friendship-wise, my favorite friends are the ones that get that we’re adults, and our lives are ever-changing. And they don’t constantly need me or have any expectations, but rather connect when it’s good for them and I follow up when it’s good for me, because, life.
I have always loved birds. And anything with wings, because flight and flying and freedom speaks to me. I have no limits in conversation; near death experiences, energy healing, connecting with other realms, quantum mechanics, metaphysics, come talk to me about it. I have no limits there. But if you try to tell me I can’t do, be, or have something, be sure my first response will be “Watch me.”
I’m not here to play small. I have big, wide, expansive dreams. Which have become even more so the last few weeks, in ways I could never have imagined. I have every intention of experiencing all of them as much as I possibly can. With the trust that everything is always working out for me.
And on this beautiful day (because all you ever have is right now) I’ll leave you with another favorite quote from The Shawshank Redemption: “Some birds aren’t meant to be caged, their feathers are just too bright.”
With wild dreams,