The Crossroads

There are three drafts on this blog. Three sad attempts to try to put my thoughts on this blog. I’ve put so much pressure on myself trying to write something that others would enjoy reading. I forgot that sharing my thoughts isn't really about y’all. It’s about me, and if it resonates with you all, then congratulations. I have, truth be told, been in limbo. I feel like I’m at a crossroads with myself. I thought that quitting my job at the end of June would be the fix. That everything would fall in place perfectly, but in reality, it was just the beginning.

I am now crippled with the self-actualization that I can do whatever the heck I want to do. I can move wherever I want, be whoever I want. I cut my locs a couple of months ago, and now I can wear whatever hair I want. For the first time in my twenties, I can be whatever I want. I can dream again. I don’t have to be in Arkansas if I don’t want to. I can start over tomorrow if I want to, and that’s scary because I love a good transformation. I want to try so many things —and I know in my heart that I can and will. I guess it’s the free will of it all.