I'll never deny the gravitas I carry.
I spend hours sorting through ideas, theories, stories and strategies only to never speak a of word of them.
Because I care more to feel the grass under my feet and the soft touch of marsh mellow cheeks on my face.
To me there is nothing better than the scent of my children as I nudge their sweet faces.
What does this make of me? I ask myself constantly.
What does this make of me?
A traitor? to championing for continued self reflection and consciousness?
But perhaps not.
If change in the world happens first by truly impacting OUR world, our tiny micro sphere than I say this IS living and less thinking.
And that's what I want.
Whether I map it out for you, shape the story or tell you it happened plays no role in if its real or not.
I'm certain there will come a time where I can synthesize all the living I've been doing for the past 6 months but until then I'll remain here.
Here is where I want to be.
Not over there.
And if you are like me, that is the ultimate gift.