Distracted by Space

I’ve been distracted by space. My focus is always to take up space, authentically.  So what happens when space becomes a weapon?

When space becomes a place of dread?

There are spaces we must occupy to survive. Work. Office. Woman. Body, Etc…

Instead of writing, I’ve been distracted. Distracted with the spaces I must be that are toxic.

I know, I know.

Make a change.

Do something different.

Leave.

Not always easy.

Not always possible.

But I am doing something different today. Instead of distraction, I choose to stand up in my mind and begin a change.

Something.

Anything.

#MeToo

#TimesUp

Glorious! Women learning to take up space.

I wonder if that is the lesson for me, in this moment.

Breathe deeply. Expand. Groove into that toxic space and change it. Right there.

You are there…

For now…

Not always and forever…just now.

So in this moment, I choose not to be distracted. I choose to value myself.

I choose to remember that criticism, even though said, is not always true. That I am stronger than I know.

So I rise and breathe and reach towards that possibility of greatness.

No, that is not right.

Towards greatness?  My dear…you have already found it.