Deep water. Assured. Ruthless.
Those words appeared in my life last year and, in unassuming ways, shifted my understanding of self.
In Wednesday’s post, I blurted out I’d “share my 2024 string of words in Friday’s post.”
Ugh.
Less quick “yeses” in 2024.
Despite my desire, the words have yet to reveal themselves.
Luckily, I don’t care about messing up, saying the wrong thing, or looking silly right now, I may tomorrow, but now is what counts.
I sit with a vision of my life that brings me immense joy and hug the version of myself already there. Then I wait for her to whisper.
Here is what has come through so far.
Righteous. Morally right, justifiable, virtuous, simply - very good. What?
As I sat here typing that last line, debating whether to accept this religiously connotated relic of a word into my daily thought process for an entire year, “I can be my righteous self” lyrics spewed hot and crystal clear across the room from the TV playing a random YouTube Soulection edition DJ set.
I guess righteous is in.
The rest of the words are murky.
All. One or none. Zeros and ones. In.
Bringing these words forth is more of a process of remembering than creating. That version of myself embodying the fullness of my dreams already exists. The proof is the vision. The thought assembles a textural, contextual truth. A form I can visit and regain meaning from. Each time I visit, I aim to bring back a memory, something to awaken the dreamer of this dream. Me.
I’ll continue to remember my string of words.
‘Til then think of yours.
The first time was a practice round!
xx
-RissaJean