Forever Paisley

All of this because I turned up the music. And, listened.

It’s been a wild few (err, eight) months. Each week seems to bring the same thing. Work. School. Distance. Deadlines.70 hours here. 75 hours there. Expectations. Set by others. Place upon myself.

I’ve embraced the in between times. The breaks. The glimpses. The warmth of my family. Opportunities to hit the road. Lessons in love. My crazy, beautiful friends. And most importantly, reconnecting with myself. When these moments pass, I return. Back to the robotic state that I’ve been operating in.

Enter survival mode. On the other side, a brightness. Something that I’ve been seeking for, shit, over a decade. A transformation of life. Truth.

While the future remains unknown. While dollar signs aren’t guaranteed. For the first time, I feel like I am working towards something. For the first time … these long hours. The lack of sleep. The stress. The tears. The extended periods of solitude. It all makes sense.

The source of my emotions, no longer desperation. No longer the result of feeling trapped. Suffocated. Down right, confused. By my assets. My job. Society. Myself. While I’ve been on the hunt for quite some time. While I’ve stood on my hippie feet and preached. Only recently did it all start to make sense.

Today my emotions stem from something different. It’s a liberation. It’s a sign of moving on. It’s shedding those layers upon layers that I thought I understand years ago. Ha.

Looking forward to each day. Approaching them with open ears and an open mind.

Cherrettie