Imagine if we could remove the mortar that holds all the disparate elements of our selves together. Remove it and fiddle the bricks of character around a bit and repoint, so that we could be remade. Or maybe that’s too drastic (altho’ I am a woman who likes the grand gesture) — it’s not a complete rebuild that interests me but the jimjummery of a rejig.
I don’t like stuckness; I don’t like stasis. I don’t like accepting inferiority; I don’t like ignoring interiority. I want progress; I want growth; I want betterment; I want true-to-selfness.
Take what you have, pull it apart, and reconfigure. How responsive and responsible to do that. How full of liberty and goosebump and terror to do that. And ohmygod, how deeply joy-inducing. Deeply. With depth and deepitude and deepness.