Fourteen

what if you are being protected.

what if your energy is so powerful and compelling and intoxicating that anyone would hang back and keep you, even if they were not your person and you were not theirs, wasting time, wasting life, snuffing out one another’s potential with each passing day, had you not suddenly been returned to yourselves and the business of actually and fully living your own lives?

odysseus was on his way home, where he was supposed to be, and still he passed an entire year with circe on her island, borrowing that time away from his real life. perhaps you are not meant to be a distraction or temporary haven. you are meant to be a real person, not only to your real person and to your real people, but to yourself. be a real person to yourself. you’re not a doll. you just don’t wait on a shelf where nothing happens between episodes of curiosity and play with others.

leave your island. let go the people and places that are indifferent to you, with whom you would only languish, that you know you can’t grow with. be your own velveteen rabbit. choose love. choose your own life. love yourself so hard that you become real.