The less I know – the more the world opens up, wide and waiting.
This is how I have come to understand the taste of freedom.
I am filled with resistance. But still, I am here.
One letter on this screen at a time, I am here. Neck aching and back bent and eyes burning, I am here.
This is what it means to show up.
This is what it means to trust the calling.
This is what It means to write.