the big plunge.

Here we go...

Writing has always been my safe space. The sacred place I immerse myself in the heart and fullness of vulnerability and big feeling. It has been the way I’ve learnt to understand and communicate with a world, that perhaps at times, is too much to bear. It has and continues to be a form of therapy and meditative practice as I centre my emotionality around anchors that keep me from going off of normal. (What is normal anyway? I digress…)

Words have always carried the deepest desires of my heart. Desires for the longest time, I have never been truly honest with. Desires perhaps, I have left forgotten at the bottom of the steamer trunk locked at the back of my heart. It has never truly been about validation, but the understanding that we all need to find ways to show up for ourselves in a world that demands our split attention.

As someone who spends more time showing up for others, this is my way of showing up for myself.

There is nothing to prove or to aspire to. There is nothing to want or hide. I’ve seen much of what the world would rather not engage with, and enough grief to last a lifetime. It is about holding space for no one else other than myself, and learning to embrace the discomfort of hard, heavy and messy feelings that come from an imperfect and dysfunctional world. It is about understanding that beauty comes and thrives from the journey and not the eventual destination. That the joy of overcoming a fear so deeply ingrained within us, that it makes us run for the hills, is well worth conquering.