I am trying to put my trip in shape but things do not fit - I do not deeply want to go -
So the tent my friend borrowed me is too heavy for my bicycle. Plus my personal items.
I am leaving behind my stuff scattered and I am not much happy about that.
I cannot carry the drum and the tent on the bicycle, so I need to leave the drum..?
My friend said she can drive until one beach and bring me the stuff there, and possibly could drive me back from that spot when I want to return - but still it will be difficult to carry it all.
I don't know what to do with my computer. My phone is very old and I cannot count on it to do whatever might be needed.
I am somewhat stressed, not really, not in the core, but I am still uncertain. Because I am moving in this way.
It is my choices and I am reminding myself, of how it is the price to pay for my choices.
But there is something more than that. That I only can see.
Nevermind.
💜
Will try to do the best packing possible whilst still expecting a miracle!
No, Sir, I am not giving up on my expectations just yet! Not because of entitlement, but because of faith. Not in a God you want to name and put into shapes, but in what I know to be true and moving within and out there.
💜
I wonder what some would think of me... That I am a psycho bitch.. a religious lost, an entitled daughter.. I wonder..
Not that it makes any difference, it is not anyone else's voice other than myself.
Phew this is stressful.
I shouldn't be sharing these, I make certain impressions I am afraid. It is not about speaking my truth, is beyond that at this point.
Is showing you that jumping the way I jump, has its positive and negative days.
And so I understand why the world make different choices.
And exactly because I am not paying the price of the choices of the world, I tell to myself some days that I am entitled. To think I can do different and JEZ to be doing different.
I'm not scared, not because I'm not scared, but because I love fear. Yes you heard it right, is my companion ever since I remember. It is part of birth and I am constantly rebirthing.
I feel great, I feel free, scared, and also, despite what I feel, I have the stillness in my core. Not that I am any kind of guru, despite I have fantasies about that too, but hey, I am not.
I am just a homeless woman with a bicycle.
That dreams to make thousands of euros.
That keeps on making art and training.
And in the end of the day, she smiles and thanks for it all.
And in the morning she says, I love you, and she smiles again.
💜
I am leaving behind my stuff scattered and I am not much happy about that.
I cannot carry the drum and the tent on the bicycle, so I need to leave the drum..?
My friend said she can drive until one beach and bring me the stuff there, and possibly could drive me back from that spot when I want to return - but still it will be difficult to carry it all.
I don't know what to do with my computer. My phone is very old and I cannot count on it to do whatever might be needed.
I am somewhat stressed, not really, not in the core, but I am still uncertain. Because I am moving in this way.
It is my choices and I am reminding myself, of how it is the price to pay for my choices.
But there is something more than that. That I only can see.
Nevermind.
💜
Will try to do the best packing possible whilst still expecting a miracle!
No, Sir, I am not giving up on my expectations just yet! Not because of entitlement, but because of faith. Not in a God you want to name and put into shapes, but in what I know to be true and moving within and out there.
💜
I wonder what some would think of me... That I am a psycho bitch.. a religious lost, an entitled daughter.. I wonder..
Not that it makes any difference, it is not anyone else's voice other than myself.
Phew this is stressful.
I shouldn't be sharing these, I make certain impressions I am afraid. It is not about speaking my truth, is beyond that at this point.
Is showing you that jumping the way I jump, has its positive and negative days.
And so I understand why the world make different choices.
And exactly because I am not paying the price of the choices of the world, I tell to myself some days that I am entitled. To think I can do different and JEZ to be doing different.
I'm not scared, not because I'm not scared, but because I love fear. Yes you heard it right, is my companion ever since I remember. It is part of birth and I am constantly rebirthing.
I feel great, I feel free, scared, and also, despite what I feel, I have the stillness in my core. Not that I am any kind of guru, despite I have fantasies about that too, but hey, I am not.
I am just a homeless woman with a bicycle.
That dreams to make thousands of euros.
That keeps on making art and training.
And in the end of the day, she smiles and thanks for it all.
And in the morning she says, I love you, and she smiles again.
💜
