I’m Busy With Magical Shit:8/24

From the journal August 2024:

I don’t have time to worry about how, how my thighs look in jeans, how they fit, how they cling, how they shape the fabric of my existence. I do not have time, no time, to dwell on if my hairstyle is trending, if it is in fashion, if it is the style, the style that catches the eye, the gaze of the world. I am too busy, too busy for the trivialities, the small concerns that flit like moths around the flame of my focus.

I do not have time to ponder, to linger on the latest craze, the latest noise, the latest distraction. I am engaged, yes engaged in something far more profound, far more intricate than the surface sheen of societal approval, the shallow ideals that swirl around like confetti in the air, bright and colorful but lacking substance, lacking depth.

I am busy, busy with magical shit to do, yes, magical. There is a pulse of creation coursing through me, a current of inspiration that pulls me forward, that beckons me to dance with the extraordinary. I do not have time for the mundane, the ordinary, the expectations that try to pin me down like a butterfly in a collector’s frame. I am soaring, yes, soaring into realms where the imagination runs wild, where the spirit is free, where the heart beats to the rhythm of its own desire.

I refuse to be shackled by the weight of comparison, the burden of judgment. I refuse to let the world’s shallow ideals dictate my worth, my beauty, my essence. I am busy crafting my own narrative, writing my own story, and in that act, I reclaim my power, my voice, my truth.

So let them talk, let them whisper about the jeans, the hair, the bodies that conform or do not conform. I am too busy, too busy dreaming, too busy creating, too busy embracing the magical, the wild, the untamed spirit that dwells within me.

I do not have time to worry, no, I do not have time. I am alive, I am vibrant, I am a force of nature, and I have magical shit to do. So here I stand, unapologetically me, in all my glorious, imperfect beauty, ready to take on the world, ready to weave my own magic into the fabric of existence.