Falling in love with the South.
It's like when you've written someone off,
and you spend a little more time with them.
And then you realize that you're madly in love with that person.

D.S.

Notes to Self #3

Are you alive?
Check that pulse of yours. You're breathing, right?
It doesn't matter what you are doing right now.
What you have, what you don't have, what you want.
You're alive. And you're hear to learn and to live.
To truly live.
So live.
Take it all in.
All this time. It's yours.
The time at the margins. The time in the trenches.
It teaches us. It shapes us. It changes us.
If we let it.
If we get up and face this world head on.
Everyday you must ask yourself, "Am I becoming that woman?"
Am I facing the world head on?
Dissapointments, setbacks, challenges, and all.
Or am I hiding under the blankets of self doubt, fear, and anxiety.
This life is not a contest. It's not a race. It's not a game show.
We all die in the end.
We get to take nothing with us.
If anything, this life, it's a learn by fire, trial by error, lifelong lesson in the language of relations.
It's a voyage in mastering the art of purpose and relieving ourselves from vanity.
You want to be becoming?
You have to start by being.
Now.
It starts by diving in. This very second.
In your thoughts, your dreams. Most importantly, your actions.
Dive into this life. Dive into all that it has to offer. Dive into knowing your deepest, truest self. Dive into making mistakes and making opportunities. Dive into forgiveness and the art of letting go. Dive into healing. Dive into the celebration of life around you. Dive into your roots and where you come from. Dive into love, over and over again.
But most importantly
Dive in.
It starts now.
It doesn't start tomorrow or the next day.
It starts now.
You're alive, right?