sometimes i think of it like a box. there was this box, and i was there inside it, this little swirling ball of color and energy. i was just a tiny little swirl in my twenties, but there was a there there, a vibrant life force that was growing and expanding and becoming itself.
the box contained that process, helped to give it shape and form. it grew and grew and grew. it became itself more and more.
and then, at some point, there was so much energy, so much life force, that it started to stretch the box, to strain its edges, to push at them and wear at them, trying to stretch outwards, yearning to grow further—but it couldn’t.
there were things i wanted to do, that my life force was asking me to do, that my intuition called me to—that i had to work around, squeeze in, or just simply couldn’t do while i was there.
and so, i left. the energy swirled out of the box. was no longer contained by it. and it exploded!