Reading Again

I love reading and writing. I write without making time and without ceremony. I put words everywhere. I think I misplace energy.

I’m taking account of where I speak, to whom, why. I’m more conscious of what I listen to, who I listen to and what I allow in my feeds. I’m also learning to curate through my hobby.

Speaking of hobbies. When you connect with others through something you love the energy is magic. It’s weird how one small act, repeated for simple pleasure builds a whole community.

I realized I don’t do random things. I only desire to be in spaces that nurture my spirit. What a weird way to be. Some people just float and go whichever way the wind blows.