On finding my fuck yes.

If this isn't self-explanatory, what will be?

I’m writing these words in bed.

My favourite place.
My happy place.

Don’t fetishise me.

Photo by Suresh Kumar on Unsplash

I am not your fantasy.

I am my own fantasy.
I am my own muse & masterpiece.

These words stream out of me.

I’ve decided to write differently here. I’ve decided to play differently here. Yet this is just the extension of everything that came before. It’s a new riff on an old song. An ancient song. A song I didn’t write & didn’t choose. A song I always knew. A song I didn’t know I knew.

Two questions:

1. What do you know that you don’t know that you know?
2. What are you committed to?