some of my writing here is OLD. Like this piece. But I love it, because it reminds me of the journey 🙂
I am fearful of her.
In some good years from now, She, is me. My future-old self. As old as possible. As old as I’ll be on my last day alive. And there is no morbid-drama-rama here.
I started thinking about her lately. She has miraculously replaced my grandmother, my mother, my mother in law, my aunts, my teachers, my friends, my neighbors and who not, regarding all things “what would they think? what would they say?”.
Now, I only care what SHE would think. What SHE would say.
I am afraid of her other requests.
Did I risk enough? Did I follow my bliss? Did I travel enough? Did I listen to my inner rhythm? Did I create my own advice? Did I also follow it? Is my “regrets” list too long? Did I meet love and joy and ecstasy in the eye? Did I Live like I am capable?
I want to please her. Badly.
Our evolving culture teaches us to be in the here and now. So why am I looking into the future? And she into the past? The distance in time creates a new view point.
(I think I **just** got half a smile and a warmish tiny nod. Good enough for me!!)
Want your HER’s approval? Live and create fully. Bring out your magic. See it. Show it.
She shall not complain then, ever.