Hello again.

my nephew’s prayer

I’m currently writing this while navigating the thought that I should not be writing this.

But I keep being reminded that the venom is also the antidote, so I guess I am here medicating myself with each tippy tappy of my thumb tips on the phone.

What’s the sickness?

Doubt.

How do I administer the medicine?

I make a choice and I choose the perspective that makes the voice of doubt sound like that friend who is judging you hard and fast but in a loving, teasing kind of way. All because they know that when you get fired up, you either burst in flames of destruction or burst open with flames of creation. At the root, they’re curious to see what you can do when you fuck around and find out.

You have all these drafts you’ve been writing for over two years and THIS is what you choose to share publicly NOW?! Well, good. Bitch, you better. There is no “when I’m ready, I’ll…”

So, I guess this is my present expression that I somehow feel alright sharing with you. There’s a deep feeling, a knowing, that I must let myself experience, record, and translate here in this little letter.

A way of saying, “Hello, again. How are you? I’m sorry I’ve been away. I hope you’re well. I hope there’s some good you will find in here.”

Until next time, be well ♥️