[this is actually from a Facebook post about my hair journey hitting the two year mark since I shaved my head LOL but here you are, as my mind has a tendency of just running to new crannies and nooks and unraveling unplanned releases of thought!]
I find that sometimes I live on the spur of moments, on the thread of things. Like this spontaneous decision to return here, to share a little slice, of not just how much my hair has grown from a bald scalp in 2019, a year we never realized would be a precedent to our worlds flipping upside down, but just… wet wings learning how to fly, and falling, and spiraling, and getting back up again. many lessons learned. many lessons not yet fully learned such as me trimming my hair after this length which I WISH I didn’t, but you know what? Life is life and I can find a purpose to it, such as the thought that perhaps this is a reminder to break these bad habits, before making a bigger one. that we are all imperfect and we can be princesses with peas under the bed, nagging peas we can’t let go of as long as things remain unjust. there’s that booming music of uncertainty, yet so much light illuminating the path ahead of us for us to continue to pave. and as I step forward, my wings expand. as I step forward, I learn, I experience, I stumble, I soar. in this period of disillusionment, adjustments, and transition, into a new kind of world we thought we knew but don’t anymore, as glass walls to frameworks are being broken and we’re creating new pathways and ways to be and think as we go… we’re still progressing. we’re here. and it’s a pretty darn amazing thing, amidst everything, among everything.
on top of rooftops and clouds shapeshifting and many shades of green saying hello once again in this summer heat. in this summer like cicadas we rise above, we rise beyond, confused and scattered, yet there’s a purpose that’s up to each of us to determine. it might be simply getting out of bed, or creating beautiful, surprising human connections, or remembering that it’s okay to not be okay. looking in the mirror and remembering who we are, that we’re still digging deep while appreciating the present and the simplicity of it all. and then the complexity, oh the complexity of it all, and the fact boxes are just illusions and all that’s around and within us is limitless. rainbows and colors and light and stars and universes, metaphorically, physically, and in our wildest dreams. we are an embodiment of swinging spectrums, of human experience of concrete, abstract entities. and I am thrilled. I am kind of lost, kind of finding my way back, but the way I’m finding myself back to is something way bigger, brighter, and better than ever because I feel myself expanding into my surroundings and taking space, standing firm, and beyond anything else loving myself in all this messiness and that’s just the way it ought to be as we keep turning the page in this whirlwind of a story.
