(clears throat)
Hey you! Yeah, you.
I think it's time for a reminder...
You are not a slave to mom and dad’s ideas of what is acceptable.
You are not a slave to the feelings of unworthiness caused by the fluctuations on your scale or the changes you see in the mirror.
You are not a slave to the education or lack thereof that you’ve received.
You are not a slave to ‘the work you’ve already put in’ if it’s making you unhappy.
You are not a slave to your uncomfortable money story.
You are not a slave to up-leveling with every purchase.
You are not a slave to the constant creation of instagrammable moments.
You are not a slave to the story in your head of what it ‘should’ look like by now.
You are not a slave to a glass of wine, joint, or cigarette to feel at ease.
You are not a slave to the way other people perceive you.
You are not a slave to the lifestyle you’ve created.
You are not a slave to the justifications people think you owe them for your choices.
You are not a slave to ‘making the relationship work’ if it isn’t.
You are not a slave to the hit of dopamine your phone offers with every ‘like’ or text message.
You are not a slave to the friendships ‘you’ve had forever’ if they don't help you grow.
You are not a slave to lame conversation or mediocre food.
You are not a slave to who you were even 5 minutes ago and finally...
You are not a slave to the mistakes you've made, the people you've hurt, or to the opportunities you've missed. It's time to move on.
So, you!
Yeah, you, my dear glorious and perfectly imperfect human... You my friend, are not a slave to any of it.
Every second you breathe is a second you choose who runs the show.
Why don't you do us both a favor and cut that shit out then will you?
You'll thank me later.
Love,
The Universe
p.s. If you were looking for a sign, this is it. ;)
Namasme.
(Even though I couldn't be farther away from Peru if I tried, I chose Marcha del Chullachaqui as the song for this post because it sounds like what it feels like to ride my motorcycle through the rice fields all day. It sounds and feels like a delicious summer day doesn't it?)