Magpie 36

You know Magpie, you kill me with your photos.  How did you know that the theme of my day is all that crap about one door closing and a window opening?

I’ve been waiting to fly out that window for a while.  At my last, I said “this will be my last”.  I’m an artist.  I’m a writer.  I’m a chocolatier.  I’m a friend.  I’m a nurturer. There has to be a new way for me to live.

A couple of years ago I had the opportunity present itself to be free.  I had grown up and played nice.  And all I wanted to do was go be a gypsy.

But that was running away.

Something is pressing differently inside of me now.  I’m no longer a bird wanting to escape the cage, I’m a bird wanting to be free, to fly, to venture wherever I choose and land wherever I’m meant to land.

So maybe today as it all fell down, it is the push I need.  I’m lingering on the edge, dangling my feet over, peeking over the precipice.  Leap. Leap.  Stop sitting there and LEAP.  Jesus girl, jump and be done with it. You’ll love that you did.

No one’s going to steal my bliss.  Fuck those who wanna steal my bliss.  Shame on them.  You show me the door?  I’ll find a window.  Every time.


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