Often….lately, I feel compelled to be heard. Not sure why, perhaps I’m in that part of my funk where I'm reactive. Perhaps it’s not a need….just a lack of tolerance..not sure. But it's exhaustive. It hit me like a grenade today. I could barely speak. I played a bunch of old music, felt like I reconnected with a past part of me that I really miss. She is hugely reactive and never in my best interest. But she was a lot of fun. No regrets...I instinctively put that emotional memory down right away….i gave her a split second and then moved right along... instead I focused on the happiness that part of my life gave me, the freedom, life with zero boundaries, no rules, fearlessness, financial freedom, the energy, wild creativity, friends….the friends that became my family. We were a scattered tribe of travelers, all on a journey to find something….to this day I have no idea what? Just the opportunity to live life 100% your own way I suppose? We were probably all slightly broken. I remember I used to call us the ‘misfit toys’ ...Crazy times... I could write a book...ha ha do not fret. The names will be changed to protect the innocent...you guilty fu*kers can float your own boat 🤗 I’m using your real name 🤣😂🤣 #beheard #myfunk #reactive #noregrets #noboundries #misfittoys https://www.instagram.com/p/COZEbLmHS4H/?igshid=zm1yip6qhvwh
