My story


Here’s what I’m learning. Only if I put myself first, it will work. This will work. Life.

Only if I let go of loss, I’m free.

Only if I stop worrying, I can work. Relentlessly.

Only if I let in love, I can live. Life. Freely. Fun. Time, try out, a different story. My story.

For so long I lived a story that wasn’t mine. It was others. Story. A lawyer, lady, lifelong friend. A lullaby.

I wasn’t there, for real. For free. I was elsewhere.

I’d love to be a writer. Go on stages, read, perform, the written word. Work. My ass off, until I make it, after all.

I hope I will, one day.

I hope so.

And so it is.