Morning Ritual — 3.28.22

We change. That’s part of the deal.
A well-lived life without calibration is unlikely.
I can make a true song
about my body, a ship.
My body, a map
thumbtacked with shame.
Who has the audacity
to take up this much space?
Why don’t we do this more often?
The new dream is simply no goals, just vibes… People want to work — we have to — but many of us are no longer willing to trade our well-being for a chance to claw at the decaying American Dream. There’s a renewed focus on relationships, community, and the slow beat of life outside the gaslight-gatekeep-girlboss ethos… 2022 may be the year my ambition truly dies, and to that I say, ‘Good riddance, bitch.’
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
At your highest moment, be careful because that’s when the devil comes for you.