Long time I haven’t felt called to write in here.
Life’s been busy. Different parts moving. Some intentionally, others not so much.
Just the result of consistency, trust, and fun.
I’ve been feeling whole lately. And I’ve been tracing the formula behind that state of being. It doesn’t feel like happiness. It doesn’t feel like euphoria.
It feels closer to being in purpose. Even though that purpose isn’t necessarily something tangible. Yet.
It comes with realizing that I am the creator of my own reality.
That I get to choose my thoughts, my surroundings, my environment.
I’m one of the lucky ones who gets to choose.
And that alone gives me a constant sense of gratitude for the life I get to live.
It also comes with a growing sense of responsibility. To be a channel for those who have the choice, but don’t exercise it due to fear, ignorance, or lack of consciousness. And to be an enabler for those whose choice is more limited.
I’m living life as if it’s a game. Like, for real. Seeing it as a playground.
Slowly noticing my fears and wounded parts with a bit of skepticism.
I’m done with that narrative. The same way I was done with the story that I’m broken and healing.
Fuck that.
I actually started feeling healed, more alive, more sovereign when I decided to eradicate the word ‘healing’ from my vocabulary.
And it feels great. It feels empowering.
It also requires consistently training the brain to think differently.
To observe differently. To see with new eyes. To dream.
To embody someone new. Even when the world outside stays exactly the same.
Because from that place, everything starts evolving in our favor.
And to prioritize.
Over and over again.
I was lying in the park the other day. The sounds, the smells, the shapes of nature, the sky.
What a wild thing. To be alive in slow motion, while the world rushes by at full speed. Crazy crazy times to be alive.
xx, Andrea.