The last time I wrote I was in a dark place. I was contemplating my life, considering my death. I was looking for a reason to stay & stay alive. I was willing myself to believe the idea that I could ever be worthy of all that I want & wish to achieve.
I can't claim that I've found my way back to the light, yet, but I'm a lot closer.
Let's go back to the other night.
The other night I found myself surrounded by strangers, but they felt so much more like my clan. They were artists, musicians mostly. They took my breath away. More importantly, they reminded me of my reason to stay alive: to create something beautiful to leave behind as my legacy.
It's not that I forgot this, it's that I forgot how much someone can be affected by someone else's work.
The past month has been a blur. The last week has been a complete mess, but I found some clarity, learned some lessons, and finally allowed myself to be okay letting go.
Also, I have so many more stories to tell. <3