Saturday, September 17, 2022

1,000 Lives.

 


1,000 Lives


I've always thought that by bouncing around in life, doing things for a season (not a literal season,  but for a period of time) mean that I lacked focus or discipline. But my eyes are open now. I welcome new interests, new experiences, new paths, new people. I look back at the things I've done.

I have lived a thousand lives.

My performances on stage brought joy and entertainment to thousands over the years. I have built things with my bare hands. I have won races. I have dropped out and excelled at school. I have been a makeup artist. An influencer. A wife. A mother. A vagrant. A street performer. An artist. A writer. A healer. A witch. An advocate for disabled children. A mentor. A safe space. A kind word. A helping hand. A good friend. A victim. A survivor. A warrior. 

I have been my own biggest cheerleader, I have also been unimaginably cruel to myself. A sister. A diary. A secret keeper. A degenerate. A rebel. Independent. Co-dependent. A leader.

I give love to people unapologetically. Fat. Thin. Starving. Satiated. Sick. I'm a weirdo. I'm unpredictable. I'm loyal. I am brave. I have been a tutor. A student. A skater. A stoner. An addict. 

I am a gravitational pull. An unseen force. A gardener. A house keeper. A nurse. I've skated with amazing teammates. I've been an anchor. A rock. A threat. A force of nature. I am a creator. An innovator. A reader. A critic. A cynic. An optimist. A realist. 

I am wild and feral. I have amazing manners. I'm unpredictable. A nerd. A cool kid. I ebb and flow like water. I am freedom. I am strength. I am forgiveness. I'm a lover. I'm also a fighter. I am a main character (though not on purpose). I am warmth and safety. I am shelter from a storm. I am the storm. 

I have repeatedly stared death in the face and welcomed him like an old friend. I have suffered. I have rejoiced. I have mourned. I have grieved. I have loved. I am a queen. I am queer. I am poly. I am pan.

I am quiet like a summer breeze through a meadow. I am as loud as a thunderstorm. I rise to the occasion. I give too much of myself. I am kindness in a cruel world. I'm a punch to the gut if you're asking for it. I have been used and discarded. I have been worshipped like royalty.

I am the darkest parts of humanity. I am everything good and right about humanity. I am an example, good and bad. I am invisible. I am the center of attention. I am the life of the party! I am agoraphobic. I am in introvert. I am an extrovert. 

I am unusual. I am goth and punk and alt and unicorn and fairy. I am a chef. I am charismatic. I am open and raw. I am a solid wall, unyielding. I am a prude and a slut and everything in between. I am the night. I am pure sunshine and starlight. I am dream girl. I am your biggest nightmare. I am an angel. I am a demon spawn.

I am hot. I am cold. I am a heart. A soul. A spirit. I am a moral compass. I am a guide through tumultuous times. I am fire and water and earth and air. I am a sponge for knowledge. I am the class clown. I am the guardian. I am a protector. I am steadfast and unstable.

I am a sports fan. I am a dancer. I am a singer. I am the friend you haven't met yet. I am a problem solver. I am empathetic almost to a fault. I am mischief and mayhem and tom-foolery. I am deadly serious. I am full glam. I am a messy bun and sweats.

I am capable of anything. I am pure magic. I have no self-confidence. I am beautiful inside and out, even when I can't see it. I am spicy. I am trouble. I am peace. I am tranquility. I am autumn leaves. I am winter blizzards. I am summer sunshine. I am spring showers. I am a fucking delight. I am a pain in the ass. 

I know who I am now. I don't know who I'll be next. I am all of this and much more.

I have lived a thousand lives. I hope to live a thousand more.

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