September 13, 2016. 10:39pm –

It’s been about two months since I left the media studio where I was an intern *slash* errand girl *slash* undervalued employee. The focal point of my anxieties has shifted, but oddly enough, anxiety has persisted.

Instead of counting hours until I am free of someone else’s demands, I count moments that pass without obvious bounds of progress. It’s honest to say that I’m frightened by the idea of unrealized potential.

January 31, 2017. 12:03 am –

Six months now… and I see that my anxiety was foolish.

I have eaten every day. I have traveled, I have hustled, I have laughed and learned. I have waged struggle on my beliefs and biases. I have created and destroyed. Gained and released. Now, I have digested what Nina Simone realized when she defined freedom as “having no fear.”

I have done these things- and I have grown fearless for it. I see now, that the timing of my being is in alignment with the fulfillment of my potential. No room for angst there.

Damn, I though I was escaping the confinement of other peoples agendas.. I was actually escaping my own naiveté.