It's time.

I feel like it's time to finally get serious about me. 

About what I want to do. About clearly defining my purpose. 

I feel like it's time to stop saying "You don't have to think about that now" 

It's like... I see this big bright light inside of me. This light that is amazing, and beautiful, and warm. And if I just own that big beautiful amazing part of myself, instead of saying "I can't handle that yet." instead of believing I'm not worthy enough to be a mover and shaker in this world, things can happen. Good things. I can stop dreaming and begin doing. 

Dreaming is much safer than doing. Imagining all the... things I could be doing to help people is much safer than putting the pieces together to figure out just what in the hell those things are. 

Something in me- the person who always knows how great we are, is telling me it's time. Own what you are. Start finding answers. Then ditch those answers for better answers. Get giddy about new ideas. Stop trying to dim your light. Put some things on paper, ask questions, research, dig deeper. And yet... I still don't really know what that means. But even as I type this out, even as I slowly begin to come to terms with what needs to begin, the ideas are beginning to come out. Slowly. 

Projects I've been too scared to start? Downplaying the bigness of owning my own handmade business? Being scared to voice my passions about racism, classism, poverty, and violence? Neglecting my call to yoga, my call to create art, my call to sing and dance and bask in divine Love? Scary shit. Scary, scary, shit. But we don't got time for that no more. 

We are ready.