I’m exhausted with conforming.

Been on a path so long that seemed carved identically to those around me. Slapped the hand of the carver and decided to use the tool and dig into the wood that is my own life. Its liberating, in all honesty. To be able to choose which curves go where in this wood grain. A job I had allowed others to supervise. Thoughts were molded based on what I was told. My character based on what I thought I should be instead of just who I am. Enough of that.

None but OURSELVES can free our mind.