it’s the same me.
I’m sure you’ve heard: you can move the girl out of the country,
but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
i am slowing challenging myself to live from the inside out.
such a tricky proposition to accept responsibility for my world;
o so freeing
and then, darn…
so much responsibility
I will take each moment lightly as it comes
and when I am able
hold the light of my own creation
with whatever joy I can muster,
it is MY world I’m creating here.
I have choice.