Coughing up lungs, slaying dragons, riding the jellies and crashing into trees
Little demons scurrying in the brush, scrambling up nearby trees to hiss & gnash at me from the branches and between frozen blades of grass. My mind gives up, my feet fall off the pedals. I listen as my 5tens scratch the dirt. I hear the voices cackling from all around me as they feel me struggle as the mental game begins.
On being hit by a semi truck
Vulnerability & the act of putting oneself “out there.”
This is what I am doing now. I’m committing to the unknown and preparing for the onslaught of challenges in “becoming.”