It’s both sobering and exciting to finally admit that the current iteration of you, no matter how fly, is incompatible with the heights you’re meant to ascend. you must shed yet another skin, and die once again
One of my greatest accomplishments is reading The Mayan Factor front to back and actually comprehending it. Real brainiac shit, and I’m getting the itch to do it again because I sense my next cosmic level up lurkin
In my experience it takes ~4 years to hit that sweet spot when you move to a new city. That’s enough time for the shiny, new things phase to dull, enough to get familiar with the grit and grime of a place. To gain an ex or 2 & settle into the spaces that actually feel like home
James Baldwin on the labor pains of writing a book.
“I ain’t joking and believe me it ain’t no fun at all. And that’s where I am, brow covered with sweat, scared to death, wishing I’d never met the mighty motherfucker... but I did and it got me pregnant.”
I miss my pixie cut. I would look at myself in the mirror and see me in my truest form….for that era. My truest form today is something different and the long hair..suits her ❤️