A mellow lost feeling
It’s been a rollercoaster week. One where I forgot what I wanted from life but what it seemed to demand of me never forgotten.
I moved, I stayed patient, I hoped and I pushed. It worked in some cases in some cases it didn’t just work.
I found love with living again, I came up after the lost feeling of plunging into the water after a rough slide 🛝 ride.
I loved how I smell from head to toe. I might not be as fashionable as my means allow but I looked clean every day.
My skin had a breakout and I finished five books.
I rushed out love and I connected with my friend Zue, who speaks once in a blue moon but leaves you with wisdom for days. She gave me feedback on a story I am building and it somehow sparked a flame in me.
I have a new beta reader my babe Oyin. I guess what I am trying to do with this peace is say that even in your darkest moments just keep moving.
Cry and process all of it but ensure each day you take a step.
Move and move again… somehow all of that movement will compound to something great for you soon!
When you move you see things to be grateful for because each action brings a reaction.
I wish you a good evening.
Thanks for reading ✨