Love Letter to this Lil’ Slice of Life

I’ve opened myself up to life and in return it has opened itself back to me in such a magnificent way. Placing beautiful new people and experiences in my path and filling my cup to the brim. Overflowing with each new loving heart. 

Bringing playfulness back into the forefront of my life, shining light on the important moments and things, teaching me there are at least fifteen ways to look at something, twenty-five ways to challenge any rule I thought I had previously known. Each one has reiterated to me the meaning of love and being loved and when it all boils down to it those that are meant for you will be woven into your life one way or another. We have no control other than to stand with open arms accepting of that which we might not have planned for ourselves. To trust that I definitely do not know best. How much more colorful has my life become now that I have opened my eyes, I have said yes, I have poured out my soul and mixed it with my fingers into the mud. I am diving head first into the puddle. I am not unafraid but never deterred from leaning into the mess that is life. That is experience. I am endlessly surprised by the ability of humankind to encapsulate me like a golden yellow hug. For people to be so instantly accepting, kind, effortless, so obviously now an integral part of my life. The magic that electrifies the air around you during that moment of consciousness. When you’re laughing or dancing or crying or laying in the grass or just being yourself and you realize how good it feels. How natural it feels. That you didn’t even mean to feel this way and there is no set of actions, no handbook to feeling truly human. No direct path to feeling the pinpricks of energy running up and down your arms and the weight in your chest heavy in its grounding saying: This is it. This is the good stuff. A feeling that will forever live in a space incapable of articulation. That threatens tears of liquid gold and makes me want to scream my favorite color all at the same time. It is not bad or good, happy or sad, it is just right.

And I have decided, I want that. I want to follow those people. That life is less public validation and societal expectations of productivity and more eating pancakes on Saturday morning and learning you share the same favorite book and jumping up and down to your favorite song without shame of being too much. Enjoy pleasure with no limits. Seek it wherever it begs to be felt. Follow the golden string pulling you to all the sunshine pools and dark caverns filled with stars and stop asking why. 

Life without the facade. Joy without the concern of being too much. A safeness that is rarely found in relationships, where you are celebrated for sharing the depths and never made to feel a burden.