Today I thought of restrictions and more importantly, the ones that I place on myself. Why worry or fear...really? If I want to be free, it has to start with me. So, I'm free...I claimed it...just a few seconds ago. My hair, its free (really, it is). My skin, its free. My choice of clothing, my style, my walk, my talk...it is also free.

Dreams

I've dreamed plenty, seeing myself as a cloud that rises and moves without limitations. Life, from that standpoint, seems happier, my smile is as wide as hips and I'm not just living, I'm thriving.

Each time I awaken, I faced with the reality that I am not "there" yet, but I am getting close. As one relationship ends, I went through the hurt, the remorse, and the anger, only to rekindle a love with another relationship-- the one I once had with myself. It is beautiful, freeing. Each day that surpasses the next, I have grown stronger in my faith and my awareness of what matters has become clearer. Friends and family, talents & aspirations. The God that walks with me and resides in what I do.

As Maya Angelou said it: "You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. Don’t make money your goal. Instead pursue the things you love doing and then do them so well that people can’t take their eyes off of you."

LIGHT.

Restless...

Prior to last week, I was not very pleased with most things. Progress in certain areas sucked. Through prayer & dialogue with loved ones, I have come to terms with who I am...and that love....so undeniable, magnificent, and warm...is the greatest. I'll keep this black & white, however mysterious, as a reminder of what light lies beneath the dark.