I've always been an early bloomer...

This quarter life crisis has kicked me in the ass. It started almost two (three?) years ago.. and I'm not even 25. Maybe that just means I'll only live 'till 80.

Anyway...Slowly but surely... It's come to my attention.. Forced me to listen. Torn me open.


I can't tell. Well, actually – I can.

I'm more cynical. That isn't to say that I am cynical. but rather, just more so.

Estoy bendecida de tener los papas que tengo. La familia que tengo – la genealogía que tengo.
Por más complicada y bárbara que sea.. hay mucho que aprender y que conocer.


I am ready. I pray. I should say...
I pray. 
"Pray".

Affirm my inner power. My life force. I trust, that Truth, me... whatever this fucking thing is that is me, my mind, my spirit/ essence, my body.... this
thing.

I believe in it.


I am free. I am smart and thoughtful. I know. I call upon my wisdom. I am free.

I am wise. I have known many times before and still know today. I can do differently. Give more, offer more. Smile more. Love more.