And then I heard them. The Owls…a beautiful nocturne dancing through the trees. I could see a few stars beyond the thickness of the oak trees and watched them sparkle as I gently faded off into slumber.
I woke up this morning, feeling amazing. I felt lighter. I felt better. I felt like finally, for the first time in my life, I know what I want. I’ve been independent for so long and have fought commitment for most my adult life, that I never recognized the fact that I was running from it. I wasn’t strong or brave-it didn’t make me feel like a better Feminist being single and independent…it just made me live with sharp edges and a bluntness about life.
I had a small glimpse at love and fuck, it felt amazing. I felt amazing. I want that again. And again. And again. I want to experience love as many times as I need to, in order to get it right.
My music has returned. My words have returned. My inspiration has returned…
Allowing myself that experience, both the good and the bad; learning from it and now moving forward with acceptance, is the greatest gift I can give myself.
I’m not scared anymore. The world is bigger and brighter than I ever imagined it could be, and it’s waiting for me;
I’ll start with my perfect blue guitar…