Dismiss what insults your very soul,

and your flesh shall become a great poem.

:: Walt Whitman

I am done with questions in my personal life.

Maybe? {added to the end of a statement to dismiss myself just in case the listener doesn’t agree.}

Can I? {this type of permission seeking keeps me infantile.}

Should I? {i ask this to make sure others will like my choice, aka: like me.}

Yes or No? {i know what i think, i ask to make sure they will like it before i commit to my truth externally.}

Do you like this? {i only ask if i like it. so just stop already.}

Will you like me? {never asked directly, so never can be directly answered.}

Am I enough? {no matter the answer, I never feel like I’m enough.}

And the truth is, I am enough.

I will follow my intuition, which is never a question. I will speak myself, and stop spending energy gaining approval. I am done with right and wrong. It has consumed me for 31 years, I’ve been subject to its domineering demands that I never grow-up, or change, or become a fully-alive, self-contained she. 

*pic inspired by this photo

linking up with emily for imperfect prose

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