Dear friend,
Hey.
I suppose there is a reason why these things are termed challenges. A 30-day programme or plan. I am talking about the one I’ve decided to do - this one. Writing a little on here, every day, for all of September. Because the fact is I am nonplussed at this moment in terms of what to write about considering the very same qualms I shared here, yesterday. Who am I writing to? Is this - part for me and part for you too? I think ‘Yes’ to that second question, it makes the most sense. :)
So, with that, let me begin again. I heard (read?) that it takes 21 (Can I say 22?!) days to form a habit or break one. I can attest to it. Funny things I am learning in my mid-30s, and I like it. I think a lot of my childhood and formative years were spent trying to fit in. Adhere to guidelines (without my questioning them), bend myself to stick to the format, and form inside a box. And it’s never worked*. I tried. Destiny seemed to consistently want me to spill over, out on the floor, into the ocean - formless like water, so I could flow and gush rather than adhere, constrict or limit. And this isn’t something I have been able to articulate before... Until this post, that is. Already glad that I am doing this!!!
*Work happens for me in the realm of ‘Play’ or when I get to be more intentional in ways most Roanna-like, at least.
This is pretty amazing now, thinking about it. It is so true. Incredibly grateful for the experiences I’ve had and the fact that whilst living and taking steps forward, it has led me here. Journey. That would make a beautiful name for a person, just saying. Through it all, the circles, labyrinths and rabbitholes, here I am - right here. Damn!!!
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Getting to know yourself is a real trip, my dudes. Do indulge yourselves, some more.
I love you! You’re human, you’re true!
🦋
Journalling prompts that help take you back to the start,
Roanna