it’s not working anymore

this is growth. 

growth is uncomfortable. 

it can f-ing suck. 

it’s foggy and stormy.

my heart is a tumbleweed, rolling down a dusty, endless road. 

identity, in question. whose clothes are these? 

the normal activities that could calm my soul seem to be no longer serving me. 

i think this is okay because this is growth. 

it includes grief. 

and grief can feel endless. 

my beginners mind questions, believes i’m a fraud.


i’m not.

you’re not.

we are in growth. 

just wait until we bloom. 

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