Telling myself this morning, over and over like a fog horn you’d hear out in Bodega Bay, Monterey, that I’m strong. That I’m in control of what happens. That challenges are not in any way a determinant, of anything, ‘less I say. Going to tell this to Self throughout day. Starting with now. With today. With this morning. All new assignments and being free to develop freely in my creative and consciousness, my war for knowledge.
I am not so much in control of all of what’s in front of me, but the author. I’m writing, drawing, writing and re-writing. I refuse to fear a single singular, anywhere, from anyone. I’m going forward, leaving what puts my character and Personhood in descent, any kind of spiral, or weighs me down.
One of those revelations that you’ve had before but not like the morning you had it, the way you experience the charge, the electrification, the assurance that you are your leader, your governor, your steerer, navigating through all corners and seas and turbulence.
I saw one thing, and actuate. With no reservation or stall. I’m going forward, not worried about anyone’s perception, or objections. This morning teaches me about fortitude, and possibility, actuality, that a dream doesn’t have to stay such. And, that bad dreams and nightmares can be disrupted whenever you order. I’m fire, this morning. A vigorous carnivore for life, destiny, more story. Newness, and I’m refusing to stop for anything as I said, and what could happen— what could anyone do to me? To you, should you decide upon such a move?
We all have the story, the control. Right where you are. There’s nothing overcomplicated about this, Life. It’s ours. All of it. Put your Self in the psychological hold of conviction, of knowledge. Knowledge of you and what you do, what you’re about to do. Big decisions and “life choices” as people say aren’t without trial. But we overcome the trial, any taxing nature, by having that inward conversation, that we’re doing what’s needed, what the Story and its author demands, necessitates. Simply, the Story writes us as we write IT.
We are strong, much more mighty that we inventory. That I know, finally. I see it and am convinced of the wild prowess in all of us. How to write this new understanding, or newly-seen grasp of my reality is difficult, but only ‘cause I’m overthinking it, from being so…. I don’t know if ‘inspired’ is the word, or what, but I’m not fearing anything today, or ever again.
Enjoying full tumbler of medium roast, and so ready for what’s in the next set of scenes. I can’t wait, if you must know. I’m taking control, over all this. Everything in front of and around me. I don’t know what I’m doing, then knowing exactly what’s transpiring. All I know…. I’m strong. I’m not a “warrior writer” as so many across media. I’m a pugilistic observer, not fighting so much as refusing to have anything interpreted other than how I measure. Just one of those mornings, again. But different, entirely different. This new journey for me, I welcome storms…. I invite challenges and any heartache, well as victories and new knowledge. All of it. Welcoming everything, daring everything, humbled at the approaching education, the empirical Newness.