Resume

I don’t know how to be one thing.

My brain can’t process narrowing myself down.

Easy, digestible, hashtagable qualities of who I am and what I do.

Definitely what I do.

That seems to be all I am.

All any of us are.

What do you do?

How much does that pay?

What will you do next?

Questions with open-end answers demanding finite results.

Let me be everything.

Connected like I am supposed to be.

Never attached to any end goal.

Free.

Like a butterfly who recognizes the appeal the world has for them.

All the colors of life.

Mysterious on purpose.

Let each day be its own.

Let my feelings change.

I don’t want to define myself.

Expressing my essences feels more like my destiny.

Don’t force me to navigate through the channels of selling myself.

Dressing my entirety for elevator meetings passing through floors that don’t feel like me.

Or like any of us because none of us are on them.

Only prototypes of people with ambition and drive.

Be You.

Only do it like this.

Fine print.

What if I could be all of me.

Living to flow like the ocean.

To stand still like love in time.

To be who I want.

Successful with what I am.

More than enough.

Abundance…

Now.

Let me cash out.