I just need to deal with all my baggage to get clear on what direction to go.
Or do I? What is that quote? Leap and the net will appear.
It is always on my mind. It's what I read about and research the most. It makes me lose track of time. I don't notice if it's cold and my fingers are frozen, until I stop. I don't notice if it's hot and I'm melting, until I stop.
If it looks like a passion, smells like passion, tastes like passion... it must be my passion. My thing. My love. My gift. My duty. My calling.
Why in the hell do I resist? Why do I keep looking for something else?
Fucking fear.
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