Where are you making excuses in your life?
Will you do something for me?
Will you stop making excuses for your shitty sex life? Excuses for living a life that is less than what makes you feel alive? For playing small? For eating like shit? For living in fear?
Will you allow yourself to stay tender? To feel it all. Each thing. You were born into a body that was meant to connect, to love, to cry.
The fact that you can feel at all is such a privilege, friend.
I know sometimes we have to sit in the darkness before we are ready for the light.
I will do my best to make the darkness beautiful. To sit with you. To listen. To teach. To share.
But you cannot stay in your shadows forever, friend.
We only get so much time, here. Only so many trips around the sun.