Also Me: 'And I'm picking myself up. SO RISE BIATCH. I LOVE YOU!'.
oooFH! I've been sitting with, feeling, observing, listening and seeing a lot. It's icky feelings 'doing the work'.
I did my practice this morning after honouring my descent over the last couple of days.
I wrote down all the shitty thoughts. I got them onto paper, out from running loops in my head.
I felt. I moved. I pleasured. I transmuted. I let go. I played. I laughed.
Then, I took inventory again.
After every shitty word I thought about myself, to myself, I revisited and wrote a different narrative.
"I let myself down"
I re-wrote: "And I'm picking myself up. Rise Biatch, I love you!"
See. The thing is this. When I'm going down. I'm going down to mine. To excavate the shit that has buried itself within me.
I track where my feelings and thoughts take me. I observe. I allow. and it is the...