Walk the talk

It's 3:07am and I have laundry in the dryer and I have a car that is in desperate need of repair and a wart on my finger currently saturated in compound w and it hurts like a bitch and my floor in my room needs to be swept and I had a crazy evening at work and I'm breathless for MORE. Not more chaos, not more unrest, not more insecurity, not more life junk in my metaphorical life trunk. I am so on fire and hungry for more of what makes me ME. One tiny piece of that is writing, and I apologize to myself (because I know damn well that no one is reading this) for falling abysmally short in this regard. Fact is, I have skimped on so many things that make me and cultivate my existence. I'm literally living paycheck to paycheck, but I've lately realized that Ive let that reality become my personal MENTALITY. Like I, myself, my needs and goals also have started to adhere to this crazy business of "staying afloat." Well, crazy notion that has begun to gnaw away at my soul, I damn you to where you belong which is under my slightly sore feet. I am so determined, more than ever, to be, to live who I am regardless of outside circumstance or physical obstacle. My heart is just bursting and I've been quenching the fire for way too long. I'm ready, I'm actually ready to take on life without being afraid of what people think of me. I'm afraid of the undertaking, absolutely, but what the hell doin have to lose? More to come, I promise. Gah, I'm stoked for the future. So much is in my control when I let myself sit behind the steering wheel. Mentality shift-- all systems are go!