And just for thought...
As I sit in this life, I realize that so much of it has been spent in fear, in doubt, in haste.
This concept of enough has been the constant noose loosely hanging around my neck, my toes teetering on the edge.
This idea of doubt turned into the monster under my bed
That mocked me into adulthood.
Sometimes my heart, while often tucked so deeply inside,
Grows bigger than my ability at times.
And I sit here, here in this tattoo shop on a Wednesday afternoon, with the machine buzzing in my ears,
Listening to the men chatter, I smile.
Just yesterday I drew a line in the sand that I haven't had to draw in quite some time and I felt myself shake
Because the thought of not being enough rattled my bones
And I could feel that noose tighten... until it didn't.
That doubt that always growls from the shadows whined
But I remember the moment clearly
When I understood it has always been my runaway imagination.
I sit in this life among the buzzing, among the chatter
And for the first time in a long time that line isn't so blurry.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.