Traveling Soul

“I’ve Been on the m.o.v.e.”

Y’all. It’s been so much going on with me, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.  I’ve been on the M O V E. 

Literally. 

New opportunities have unfolded in my love’s life so away we go. On to new scenery and new people. 

It’s honestly so familiar to me.

Not the place necessarily, no. I’ve never been here before, but a new beginning, a new space, where no one knows who you are or what you do. You can be anyone or anything. That’s familiar to me. And to be real, you can do that anywhere. When I was younger I feel like home was just a temporary living space, as it was always occupied with thick energy that clouded your judgement and stole your child-like wonder. Home was a space between “comforting and cringey.” Home was a place where you could dream the dreams, and then watch them wither into smithereens. Home was a place where in your imagination was the only place to feel free.

I hope no one has to feel that way, but I know in this world, hope is just that…

You, sitting there, reading, in the same place and the same town. 

Go.

Re-invent, get up! Get out!

Many times I think we’re so caught up in the picture we’ve painted for someone else, we forget to simply live for ourselves. 

I just can’t do that anymore. I don’t want to be anyone but myself. Whoever she is in the moment, whoever I want to be, that’s who I’ll be. That’s who I’ll accept. That’s who I’ll love. —Every single facet of me. 

Why don’t we give ourselves as much grace as we give others? 

These are the questions I’m constantly asking myself.

It’s not only the tears that shaped who I am, and what I believe, but the smiles, the laughter and the confusion all in-between. 

In my mid 30s I’m finally just understanding what it means to be human. I’m starting to finally understand my place in humanity. I’m finally starting to understand me. 

I love her. I really do. For all that she’s been through, I do this for my family, I do this for love, I do this most of all for me. 

—Living