Call it temperance. Tempering the waters of a new life. Gotta be who you gotta be, can't be the past. Rise up and be possible until the wholeness of this life expands to fill the lungs with a fresh breeze that washes away this sick-to-our-souls feeling. Shake it. Be it. Do it. Because staying here in the same stuck place is not an option. Why post this to ya'll? Because you're a gateway to the universe, and I know my words are heard. Because it's up to me to be this power.
Because this little person is rad.
Thank you. Blessed be.