what if's, avoidance, and magic.

what if your avoidance

of what if’s

is keeping you from the magic

of the unknown?

does continuing to stuff yourself into an uncomfortable but familiar box still work well enough for you?

how much energy is it taking you to keep contorting yourself for that damn box that you don’t even like?

over, and over, and over.

how much are you willing to give up to insist on half-living your life?

how much are you willing to let fear rule you in exchange for fleeting senses of security?

it’s exhausting to keep trying to tape shit back together, yeah?

you don’t know what you don’t know; take a leap into the infinity of the unknown, remembering that from nothingness is all else born.

roll the dice. go higher. go left instead of right. blow up the comfortable shit that makes you small.

do it for the you of your dreams.

the you that you don’t fully believe exists but really just might.

treat it as a radical experiment. you don’t have to believe yet to try.

it's just practice.

sometimes what seems like

the main event

is just meant to be practice.

much is coming undone in order to show us what’s underneath. things that were likely always there— things we didn’t want to see, weren’t able to see. things somehow withheld from our view.

death and rebirth are extending us a grand invitation; one that requires our active participation in both dying and birthing/being.

grieve your old paradigm.
recognize its place in your path.
then, let go.
let go.
let go.

forget all stories, norms, beliefs, declarations, and defaults about you and your life.

retire the operating principles you’ve been holding true as a matter of course, without question.

imagine you, your mind, your history a clean slate.

you are reborn with every new breath.

anything can happen from here.