Scream my lungs out
I've got a new lover. He's tall, Turkish and lovely. The other night we were seated on a terrace, him with a beer engrossed in a story about soccer, me with a diet coke hearing "yellow card" and immediately needing to listen to that one album,
and listen I did.
Here I goScream my lungs out and try to get to youYou are my only oneI let goBut there's just no one that gets me like you doYou are my only, my only one
It hit me mid evening walk to Bellevue Park that this is exactly how I've been feeling lately. I face another daily choice of hope over fear as my brand picks up speed again. My day job that I've loved has somewhere on the road digressed from inspiring to a grind, and god said Stickybaby. This is how it originally happened and this is why it continues to happen. I become so dissatisfied with the mundanity of stability that I could scream, and I do silently with my head down, into the ear that's always there for me- Stickybaby. When you don't take any risks, you risk everything.
I wake up at 6:30am to prepare for 5:30pm, when I'll be clocking in again. Setting up my sewing machine, cutting up fabric, printing shipping labels and filming content. Then I return home from working for another designer and I'm sewing, wrapping orders, crafting emails and posting clips from my day to Tik Tok. Coffee, lunch, cacao hot chocolate, peppermint tea, anything to keep me going- Screaming my lungs out.
And when I work like that, it works and I'm flying and when I fly I can crash and that's what it's about. People will tell you to be grateful and I am, I am so grateful and I can't even believe this is my life. But letting good enough suffice doesn't lead to greatness. And I'm meant to be fucking great. Stickybaby is for you but it's also for me, for my sunrise, my midnight my today and my tomorrow. It's my only one.
So wake up early and stretch, stay up late doing what you love and don't just take what you're given. Or do take it and smile, and know you're reaching for greater- right after work.