Hey love,
It’s me, your old friend. I’m just checking in on you.
I’m worried about this big thing you’re starting.
How do I know you’ll follow through?
Is it okay to be happy? Successful? Are you sure you’re not missing some giant loophole?
How do I know you can handle success without forgetting the earth you sprang from?
How do I know that you won’t forget who you are and why you started this whole thing when people start to fall in love with you and your work? When the pain is no longer there to remind you?
How do you even know your motives are pure?
Can I trust you to take the wheel?
To rest when you need to, and to push through when nothing matters but the mission?
How do you know it’s going to work out, that we’ll be safe, when I can’t see past the next moment?
Are you sure you don’t need me to bite your tongue and close up your throat and make your feet stop so you don’t do something you’ll regret?
What if you hurt someone?
What if we lose everything we’ve worked so hard to gain, what then?
Shouldn’t we stop while we’re ahead, not rock the boat, play it safe?
Dear Resistance,
Thank you so much for your letter, it warms my heart to know you care so much for my safety and well being.
I promise to take FULL responsibility for designing my life down to the commas and semi colons.
I know what I believe and how to put it into action.
I know how to alchemize pain, fear, and failure into a more powerful magic than you can imagine.
And yes, I really care enough to do ALL the work so you can truly rest, knowing that every little thing has an irreplaceable, precious role in the journey.
Love,
Me
The Eye of the Needle 