BFF’ing You: The Process of “Earning” and (re) “Learning” Yourself

a lot of my time (and that I even shared it with), was became easier.

As I started to grow more comfortable being in my zone, my spirit felt more free, my heart was more pure and raw-I didn’t feel like I had any facades to keep up or shame to feel, or any “keeping up” to keep up or upkeep!  LoL.

I didn’t chase things anymore. I became more magnetic because I was ‘lose’ and unwound. Things came to me. Ideas flowed freely to me. Everything  was ‘mentholyptic.’

I was better able to be a better appraiser of the things, situations and people around me from this newfound heart and spirit of mine-and too, a better stamp of self-validation with a permanent stamper that weathered all storms, rains, winds and terrains.

I was no longer running off the page in life and in my life: I WAS the page in, and of my own life-owning that sh/t!

My “free spirit” came with the kind of spontaneity in life [and with things and people] that I felt I earned the right to be spontaneous with it (and them me) because the appraisal of the person, place, or thing was already assessed and examined such that (unlike before my metamorphosis) my presence was never by accident or circumstance anymore.

I valued myself a lot more than I never did before and put the focus and value on the reciprocity that matched my personal value of how I validated and valued me.

Because of that, there was no apprehension, trepidation, mistrust or worry about the things and people around me because in BFF’ing me, and earning and learning myself all over again; appraising them and it all was an easy matter of damning or praising. I didn’t straddle the fence of life and silly indecision anymore.

I didn’t chase the same things that I once did and that I see people chase.

I’m sure (if you’ve followed me/my work over these years you’ve gathered that by now, though-now you have the reason why). And believe me you, I’ve tried to play that game and swim with seemingly unyielding currants, but when I’ve done that it’s like some kind of stork of life will come grab me by the back

Author: Angela Sherice