What’s the fear?

tupac.jpgYesterday my roommate and I sat, chatted, deep, and sipped some wine.  She said some things that’ll stick with me to my grave.  My relentless resilience is powerful beyond measure. (if I were secure in this knowledge, I wouldn’t have to write this in my post though, hey?)

Straight up, she asked me, “What are you afraid of?”

My mind goes vague with that answer.

I have no words to explain my answer, but I have these feelings and observations in my space:

Angela Quick is inspiring,
My body is tiring,
My mind’s got ego-firing,
I choose myself for hiring. (making a website and it’s going live soon, catering privately, as I eat chickpeas I’ll cook chickpeas and make myself healthy and you too, wha eva you liiiii I cook pho yew!)

I deserve to feel fresh,
We all need some rest,
Take in nourishment to digest,
And thank “God” were blessed.

Happiness isn’t “in” BC,
But wild, my soul-plea’s,
I’m strengthening my knees,
And like good coffee(s).

Here’s a recipe:

Waking up grateful + Trusting + Self-compassion = grounded shit
What’s this?
Lady
Don’t you know we love ya? Sweet lady
Place no one above ya, sweet lady
You are appreciated
Don’t ya know we love ya? (say this to [my]yourself)

Thirsty? Sip champagne.
Hungry? Maybs I’m insane
In my membrane?
What do you mean?
Is it too late now to say sorry?
Naw, B, you too bootylicious,
Stick to the rivers and the lakes,
But don’t use somebody,
We all need somebody to love,
See no changes?
Wake up in the morning and I aks (accidental typo but great so leaving) myself,

Why not me?
Why not now?

Sitting at Starbucks right now and some guy sits down and he’s like “Oh shit” (the sbucks at Dundas W and Bloor….sketchy but whatevs) and I sayz to him “What?”

Him: “oh the news”

Me: “Ya…I get the news I need on the weather report….and also just heard about Irma yesterday…” (ignorance or naivety?)

Isn’t it funny that we look at the shits in life?  I think it’s a survival tactic – like, we observe if there’s danger about us as a survival tactic that just stuck.  But the good feels so much nicer to observe.

“Kind”‘s a sweeter word,
Another rad woman is Emelie Forsberg,
(Her name has both “Mel” in it, and “Berg—Burg….sorryvegans – it’s a win for therestivus)
Funday Festivas,
This post is fuelled on coffee and makes little sense but lots too.

Namasthe

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