starting somewhere —

we all start somewhere, at some point…

To possess the inner-courage that is necessary to curate something out of nothing; to start somewhere from nowhere — is an act that is only done by those with fire in their bellies, passion in their hearts, and light in their souls.

Starting somewhere is not to start nowhere. The act of commencing is the first hurdle to overcome. Once you’ve done this, it is the act of repetition that reaps results. Consistency > sporadicalness. Dedication > motivation. And most importantly, mind over matter. Lead with your heart full and mind sharp, and may the rest fall into place as it should.

It’s funny to think that every single human started somewhere, sometime, doing something — if not everything. For us to act, we must start, and well, the rest is just that. The act of doing, of repeating, of succeeding, of failing, of living. Living. That’s what this is. That’s what we’re all doing… Isn’t it??

Time is constant. Time is continuous. The clock ticked before you arrived in this world and it will continue to do so once your time is up. It’s persistent. It’s pervasive. It’s you. It’s me. We. Us. To start, is to reflect that of the divine nature within you unfolding. To feel, to heal, to be, to cry, to deny, to jump up in joy — and in all this, you breathe-in life, exhaling what no longer serves you.

Growing up I loved to try new things. Gymnastics, piano, dance, volleyball, soccer — you name it and I tried it. Even as I grow into a grown Being I see this part of me more and more.

Go to an academically challenging university — why not? Let’s give it a go. Not for you?… Okay. Let’s move closer to home… Travel?… Dare I say alone?… Solo-travel?!

I jumped. And now, here we are. As I sit at a desk, fingers tapping away, assembling letters into words, words into this. This into that. Me to you. That’s all I want to do.

Recently I’ve been seeing the little girl I once was, come about into my present-day occurrences. The little girl that lived in a not so little world — only to grow, to walk further, to take up more space — and to not give a flying fuck she is doing so.

I see her in the mirror as I brush my hair. I see her in the way I hug my loved ones. I see her in the way I whistle at the pets in the city park. I see her in the devotion to lead an authentic life, a healthy life, a fulfilling life.

I see her in parts of me that I rather hide. I see her as I cry because I miss my family. I feel her as the tears touch my lips, tasting salty, tasting sweet. I see her in the way I make people laugh. I see her in the way I kiss meu amor. I see her everywhere, nowhere, and all at once. Little one. Little girl. Thank you for who you were.

Thank you to who I was, looking forward to who I will be, and proud of who I am.

You — as you are — in this moment, is something so precious, so light, so beautiful. You will never be the same person you were yesterday, this morning, even 3 seconds ago. In a life that is predicated on time; time as continuous. I invite you to detach yourself from the continuum. Time is fleeting. You only have so much life to live, so fuck — go live it my friend.

Start.

Here, there, somewhere. Start somewhere — and thank yourself later. Flow with what is, jump into the pool of inspiration that is calling your name. Be daring. Be creative. Be you. And fuck the rest.

Time is here. Time is now. Stop waiting and start doing.
Start —

Love you all, thank you —

Isobel Mae ❤