You know what? I'm turning
Fifty-two
Next birthday and I'm just in this moment realizing how far "off-script" I am. I'm laughing at myself. And realizing that I should do a lot more handwork, if a little mindless herbalist crafting clears my mind like this. But also that this is something I've had to learn over and over.
Not that I'm dumb, but I have ADHD, a shit memory, and, I suspect, alexithymia.
There is no script.
I didn't "have to get married before I was 30." I didn't have to have kids, thank fuck I didn't actually. I learned I was poly when I tried that kind of relationship at 33. Discovered I was queer, or rather admitted it after years of exploring, by 40.
I left the job that nearly crushed me but which I loved, also at 40, to start fixing my broken body and work on healing other wounds.
None of us are getting any younger. And we all have time to look at our choices, to seek love, to seek healing. To love ourselves just because we can. Or as a giant fuck you to all the people and forces and governments and corporations who want us to hate ourselves, to let them decide, that we should buy their solutions, literally and figuratively.
Just, y'all. Y'ALL. I didn't believe it when I was a teen and a little older, and some people tried to tell me "you write your own script." I thought I was helpless, powerless.
But I did have power. And I did have help.
I do have power. I do have help.
The pen 🖊️ is in my hand.
The future IS unwritten.
Weave, write, sing, dance, your own patterns, your own shape. Build YOUR own LIFE.
Make your own love (familiar, platonic, romantic...) Make your own meaning. Just, try not to lie to yourself very often, Okay?
That's ... Actually pretty key 🗝️🔐👀
Here's the herbal Wildcraft I did today that cleared my mind. Almost like magic, eh?














