How to discover what you’re capable of
HOLD THE VISION.
Hold the fucking vision.
Hold the fucking vision even when it doesn’t make sense.
Hold the fucking vision even when you’re fucking terrified.
Hold the fucking vision when you think you’re losing your mind.
Hold the fucking vision when you don’t understand.
Hold the fucking vision when vision & reality are poles apart.
Just do one fucking thing.
Just one.
HOLD THE VISION.
Keep holding it.
Keep fucking holding it.
And don’t you fucking dare let [it] go.
It’s precious.
It wants you. It needs you. It’s your fucking baby.
You better fucking take care of it — or else.
You gotta keep holding it.
You can’t drop it. No matter what.
It’s precious. It’s delicate. It’s SOUL.
That’s why you hold it. You nourish it. You cherish it.
Because it’s SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL
and it needs you to
step the fuck up
and honour it
as such.
It needs you to step the fuck up
and honour yourself
as such.
And that’s why you keep it safe
and sacred
and warm
and only share it with folks who make you feel
SO FUCKING SUPPORTED
until YOU’RE READY (yes, YOU’RE READY)
to go out there
and share more.
Because this is how you discover what you’re truly capable of:
You hold the vision.
And you keep holding it
no matter what.
And you keep going.
And you keep goddamned loving yourself.
And then, one day
you wake up in the morning
and you realise it’s your life.
It’s already fucking here.
You already fucking have it.
You always have it. You always had it.
And you cry.
Tears of fucking joy and love and confusion.
Tears of fucking joy and love and gratitude.
Tears of
pain and freedom and bittersweet redemption
when there was nothing to fucking redeem
and you were already perfect.
You were already loveable.
You were already loved.
No chasing. No lies. No pretences.
Just…the vision
and ALL WE HAVE IS NOW.
I love you.
Be love. Be loved.
You are so fucking [be]loved.
Come home.