I’m reflecting on the mountains I’ve climbed and the challenges I’ve faced since 2019. I’m at the top now, but I need to rest. I’m tired. Baby, I’m so tired, I gotta cry for a bit. I ain’t gonna pretend to be no hero. I had help getting to this point and I’m grateful. I look back at those guides to give thanks. But there are things and people getting left behind. I have to go forward on my own, alone. I am ready now.
During this brief rest, as I look out on the horizon. I envision a new world of possibilities. It’s the world I’m to manifest. I set intentions to build and create my dreams. It’s the next leg of the journey. My dreams are different now. I’ve shed the old versions of myself that no longer serve me and my new dreams. It’s only fitting I shed the people and things that are still attached to and reflect my former self.
I’m a mature woman. I’m older and better. I’ve developed some wisdom. I’m getting comfortable with accepting her. I like this old lady. She’s dope.
I made the error of believing that the ones we choose to share our journey with are the ones who will be there for the full ride. I was their guide and had to let them off when I took them as far as I could carry them. I wrap and protect them with love. I wish them well. But now is my time. Where the ocean meets the sky is beautiful, so hold my beer, I’m about to step the fuck into that shit.