What is it I want to do and show up as in this life? All I know is that I want to create.

I don’t want to go back to waitressing. I don’t want to serve rude people and I don’t want to serve nice people. There has to be another way. My spirit is too free and my mind too full of curiosity to continue greeting tables and bringing guests more tea. I am tired of the pretending. Everybody here is counting down the days until May 15th when shops will re-open.

But not me.

I am hoping time stays this slow because I don’t want to go back to an old day job. I don’t want to work nine to five for someone else’s profit. I don’t want to dismiss rude comments or wait tables for shitty tips. I want to be authentic and remind people of their own inner magic. I want to write, and write, and write some more. I want to swim in the ocean and hike in the mountains. I want to dig my feet into the earth and keep turning my heart into words. I have so much more to offer this world than serving drinks and ignoring old men’s dirty kinks.

I would rather be in service to this world through my pen’s ink.