Choosy Lover

I can't see me choosing the opinions of others, be it family friends or perfect strangers, over what makes me happy. Abdication of this gift is an insult to the Divine and my personal fulfillment. The energy of suppression, in my mind, is better allocated to living loving and exploring to utter exhaustion.

Let my choices be my (big ass) footprint in the sands of time (Yes, Beyonce started singing in my head just then but whatever).

I remember the impact of Frost's "The Road Not Taken" on my soul. I remember making a promise inside, where only god and I could hear, "that will be me".

Consider this, even your indecision is a decision.

Lesson learned.

The Path to Hell...

I don't love without intention. Don't invite me to love you without intention.