letter to a renegade
. Oh shush.
I got the idea from someone else who got the idea from someone else. What I love is how these evolve and become fingerprints. A story about how we see the world, ruminations, fears and insecurities, our secret loves, and not so secret frustrations. Joys, I know how you love that word, and grief. The dander that we pluck out of air and put into words because they matter.
This will evolve for you if you stay with it for some time. And some days will be so full of gold you will spill over. And some days will feel like routine and rote and you’ll be so tired of yourself and then you might set it aside until you feel pulled back again. And people will miss it and ask you about it and tell you they went searching for it. And sometimes you’ll write things that are just for you and sometimes you’ll be standing still on a busy sidewalk furiously typing something into your phone because you must not forget this.
This is your thing now.