If you listened, you would know. If you watched, you would know. It is such a force, being a woman. Moving, learning, falling, redoing, chasing, trying again. Smart, intelligent, beautiful, sensual. Don’t be too much. Don’t be too little. Don’t be too expressive. Don’t be too quiet. Do you know that we just want to be?
Collecting the pieces, to form a new shape. Some are big, transformative, and loud. Others are subtle, and move with your every breath. There is weight here, and presence, and the time taken to form the new picture is significant.
A love of the elaborate. Unabashedly expressive, in both body and mind. No longer feeling the need to minimize, or hide, your lush and grand nature. All of the pieces, fitting into one. Comfortable with yourself, your thoughts, where you were, and where now you excitedly run forward to.
She will no longer hide in the shadows. The purest expression of the self, for all of its boldness and authenticity. Asking, showing, and not necessarily receiving. Understanding what it is that she needs. The soul laid bare, she has learned what makes her warm and comfortable.
Wanting it so badly, but having to wait. Keeping calm and quiet, and yet clear and unabashed about your expectations. Knowing that one day you can feel it. The excitement of waiting creates a familiar energy that you work to restrain.
So many choices seem meant for you, but only you knows which ones are good for you. Every day, a simple choice can change the entire trajectory. Growing an appreciation for choices on all aspects of the spectrum…often the one’s deemed bad are the most soul-satisfying.