Sex & Dying In High Society
Since my Feb 15 departure from corporate America, it's been a long uphill climb to reclaim my soul. Not straight uphill. Nope. Up. Then flat. Then down. Then really down to the depths. Then partly back up. Then flying high. Then crashing down. Let's just say the ride's been NON-LINEAR. I have laughed more. And cried more. And been more bored, and more tired, and more excited, and more confused than I have in the last 10 years. And it's fucking awesome. My window is small, so I'm not going to take a lot of time here. But I've found myself in the same space as always -- How do you own your own soul, hold the line, defend your borders, and still have kindness, peace and light? My heart hurts, but I think I'm getting close. Compassion and pure love is so fleeting. I'm trying to hold onto that light as it tries to flutter away in the breeze. So light. Yet so strong. And I will let it take me off the ground if I need to. Even if I want to flip