Note to Self on an Airplane Napkin

I left Cairo with all my Chakras open. My mind and spirit ready to take all of it with no particular agenda in mind. Cautious and afraid to awake all of what has been left dormant. A quiet beast that has hibernated or tranquilized so you don’t hear a defending howl.

I have this great mechanism… it would arouse all of your envy. Its called the “fuck it, shut down mode.” I have yet to master its controls. As I get older and wiser, I encounter more little surprises to how my body reacts to life and its events. Everyone has different stories and details but it all boils down to tests of faith, resilience and a moment of truth of character. There is no pass or fail in any worldly standards that one must measure up to. It’s that quietest yet loudest conversations that you have with yourself that hold you accountable. It's the voice that you can’t ignore that haunts you if you let it, encourages you if you want it or taunts you if you are a bitch-seargent like me.

What did you take from each moment you fell to your knees and it took every inch and piece of your soul to get up again? There was a message for you within each one. Did you see the meaning meant for you? Did you see your clue? Now what are you meant to do with it?

They say there are two very important moments in our lives, the moment we are born and the moment we figure out why. It’s the why that makes everything else feel so small.

Note to self: Get proactive. Get hungry about everything that counts for the next life. All that matters in this world is God, people and purpose. Define yours.