"The next step will come but you don’t need to rush. Enjoy your life as it is. Not as what it will be."

Holding on for too long

You’ve never been the one to let go first.

You blame this on the game “Red Rover”, the game that capitalized your free time during recess in the third game.

Everyone would get in two lines, on opposite ends of the mossy green field, and stare at each other as if they were 300 pound linebackers getting ready to crush their opponents. Side by side you locked your fingers tight and pressed your palms together, with the girls next to you, as if you were trying to squish a penny between them. You no longer felt like an individual. You were part of the person to your right. You were part of the person to your left. So much so that your racing hearts and panting breaths synched up and began to sound like the roaring engine of a Ford 150.

And then, when it was time, someone would make the call, that was more like a shout — the kind you let out when you are not angry or upset but just want to make something clear, “YES MOM, I HEARD YOU” — one of those.

“Red rover, red rover, send Samantha over”

And just like that Samantha got suited up. She crisscrossed the bunny ears of her shoelaces; fist pumped her teammates, lunged forward and took off. You saw her coming at you. You realized you didn’t have much time left. You twisted your sweaty fingers together till they are all the way locked at the core.

Your heart began to pound, on beat, with her approaching footsteps and that is when you closed your eyes. Notice this about life: When someone is running toward you at an ungodly speed, you will, without a doubt close your eyes.

But you won’t let go.

Maybe, your fingers will start to pull apart; maybe, your palms will press outward from the girl’s next to you. Maybe, you will start to wonder if supporting the full body weight of this 7-year-old girl is really something you want to do for much longer.

But, you won’t let go.

The girl next to you starts to call it quits. She starts to yank her hand away from yours.

And then, some kind of law of physics that you just can’t understand in the third grade takes place from all the pulling and the pushing and the yanking, that you, the girl next to you, and poor little victim of the game red rover, Samantha, falls backwards onto the buds of wet grass.

You still, for some odd reason, don’t let go.

It is right then that you learn that holding on for too long is never a good idea. That there will always be a time, that you will be made aware of thanks to the butterflies that will swarm your stomach or the feeling of a large stack of bricks being placed on your heart, when you will know it is time to go on — get out of there — drop your hands and simply just walk away.

You’ll find that feeling to become all too familiar as the years go by. You stay past your welcome at a job that you just don’t like, you grow out of a dress that you spent some of the best nights of your teenage years in, you wrap your arms around people who squirm to get away.

One day you will get the hang of it.

But maybe you won’t. Learn not to be so hard on yourself — you are human and this is just one of those feelings that remind you what it is like to be alive

-From Thought Catologue

"Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence."
Barbara Marciniak (via divine-consciousness)

What it really means to “go with the flow”

 
Going with the flow isn’t about being passive or lazy. It’s not about just letting things happen “to you”. It’s not aimless wandering. It’s a co-creative act. 

"The flow" is the ocean of cosmic intelligence. It’s the substance that carries the whole shebang. The flow is life energy itself. 

 

Going with the flow is responding to cues from the universe. When you go with the flow, you’re surfing Life force. It’s about wakeful trust and total collaboration with what’s showing up for you. 

 

When a woman tangoes, every inch of her body is flowing into the man’s lead. She’s not complying, she’s responding. Hockey great, Wayne Gretsky said he, “Just skated to where the puck was.” Flow was his strategy. 

So you can set down the zealous goal-chasing. You can burn your detailed five year plan. And you can certainly worry less about the right move/wrong move. You’re not nuts, or submissive or lazy if you, like, go free form. 

You’re a Flow Artist. Or a Ninja of Flow — take your pick. With keen senses, skilled daring, and the heart of a warrior. You’re daring to catch a wave of truth, again, and again, and again. Go with it. 
-from Danielle Laport (http://www.daniellelaporte.com
"High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness."
melleigh:


This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

god damn

melleigh:

This machine allows anyone to work for minimum wage for as long as they like. Turning the crank on the side releases one penny every 4.97 seconds, for a total of $7.25 per hour. This corresponds to minimum wage for a person in New York. This piece is brilliant on multiple levels, particularly as social commentary. Without a doubt, most people who started operating the machine for fun would quickly grow disheartened and stop when realizing just how little they’re earning by turning this mindless crank. A person would then conceivably realize that this is what nearly two million people in the United States do every day…at much harder jobs than turning a crank. This turns the piece into a simple, yet effective argument for raising the minimum wage.

god damn

And we walked down the block to my car and I almost brought him up
But you start to talk about the movies that your family
Watches
Every single Christmas and I want to talk about that
And for the first time what’s past is past

'Cause you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last eight months
Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again

 

Taylor Swift is the soundtrack to my life. (said every teenage and 20-something girl).