What forces you to settle inauthentic is the pursuit. And you wouldn’t think this was true. Not one bit. Because in forced action, you feel you are moving toward something. Hungry. But in actuality, you’re going in circles. Still hungry. To settle authentically is to come to peace with the who, what, where and the why of you. All the sediment and sparkle. Void from feeding a chase —an ache, a wanting. None of that. Just the freedom to bloom beyond the spin cycle. As you are. Here. Here now. This, perfectly.