I find myself always waiting for "The perfect time."
The perfect time to wear the fancy shoes. The perfect time to have tough conversations. The perfect time to write the book. The perfect time to speak my mind. The perfect time to show up to the party that I never even wanted to go to. The perfect time to wear an outfit.
I chose to look deeper, frustrated with that behavior... And, I just want to say "screw you!" to whoever invented that ideology! I'm not sure exactly when I picked up that soul crushing behavior, but I did and I have carried it for what feels like an eternity. Constantly focused on the external world, impressing he and she, I forgot that all I will ever need lies within me. If it makes sense to me why should it matter if it makes sense to others? Never asking anybody's opinion but always managing to get one anyways, I realized I was abandoning me.
Wear the damn shoes.
Write the damn book.
Say whats on your mind.
Laugh when you feel like laughing even if nobody else is.
Do what you love, love what you do, live how you want.
Be who you are.
Live for yourself.
Live freely.
Live authentically, Because there is no perfect time.
How can I live in the future when tomorrow is never promised? And how can I live in the past if I can never get it back?
Just know you are always on time because, This Is Your Time.
7:22am thoughts at the grocery store in a little black dress on a Sunday.
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