Here is how it happens.
The gradual and certain decline away from purpose, from truth, from destiny, from you.
You give in. Just a little bit. Not because you don’t believe you can, but because, well – being realistic. It’s a thing.
You adjust. Just a little bit. Not because you don’t want to hold yourself to a standard which is TRUE for you but because there’s things you need to make space for right now. Just a few.
You dial down. Just a little bit. Not because you don’t LOVE the extra, ADORE the extra, wanna live and BREATHE the extra, if you’re honest, but because, well – the extra is TIRING sometimes, y’know? Or at least it seems to be for other people. And somewhere along the way,
(it seems)
you forgot that you are not other people.
I mean, look, actually, if we’re honest. We can’t be certain you’re NOT. Can we? Because somewhere along the way, apparently …
you became more like them
less like you
nicely fit in
yes that will do
and when those EXTRA, and big craazyyyy dreamin’, and way too on fire with ideas and flow and verve and vigour parts of you pop up,
they no longer make sense.
They are CLEARLY a bit crazy.
You convince yourself you were just being a hype girl and nobody actually needs that.
YOU don’t even want to be like that!
And besides,
you’re much better when you’re softer,
quieter,
more still,
demure,
PROPER,
and we could almost forget
you were ever the determined unapologetic not gonna back down on what’s inside of her one,
at all.
Of course there’s just one problem with all of that,
and it’s only a teensy one,
THAT’S NOT REMOTELY WHO GOD MADE YOU TO BE!
Because the truth is, the truth is, the truth which is eating you alive from the inside is,
BABE –
YOU were made to whirl and twirl and CREATE, You were made to pour OUT a thing. YOU were made to unapologetically dance and scream and ROAR. And so actually, actually, ACTUALLY –
the refrain is NOT more like them less like me
it’s ALL of me in who God made me to be, which is to say less of my own limiting and death-seeking ways and all all all of HIM throbbing breathing creating THROUGH me.
In other words, really, what I THINK I came here to say?
(And I suppose we could have just started and finished with this)
Babe –
Life is Now. Press Play.
Kat
