Feels good to find something that I’m finally not half hearted about. Something I know I really want, something that I can’t afford to lose or let loose. Affirmation that passion still exists in me, somewhere. That it hasn’t seen the last of me yet, that I still have the ability to love - with all of my being. Not just my head or my heart alone, but something to love with my eyes, my hands, my happiness, my inhales and exhales, my footsteps, my thoughts, absolutely everything.
I think I’m ready to let go of the hand of hesitation. What's there to lose? (Only your stability and independence in exchange for vulnerability, says the cynic.) But too much stability locks my knees up; I'd rather be weak in the knees. And sometimes independence turns into dizzy self-exhaustion; I'd honestly rather be dizzy with butterflies.
No turning back, because for you it’s free fallin’, baby.
