notions of restlessness

I feel restless these days with an urge that is so pure, and raw, and true. I am reading Untamed by Glennon Dole, and I think that if anyone were to read it, they too would start to feel restless in the same way that I am.

The cows are mooing outside my bedroom door. I laugh and my heart aches because laughter reminds me of my sisters.

Women were not meant to be kept in cages. We spend our entire lives trying, searching for magic potions to “heal” ourselves and find our truth when who we truly are is looking back at us in the mirror, always.

When will I wake up to the person looking back in the mirror at me? When did I fall asleep?

There is a tiger inside of me. If I were to roar, would you understand me?

All for now,

All my love,

Onward.

-m