Finding Myself in a Sandbox

Self discovery is a sandbox. It’s the seeking of lost items that fell out of your pocket while you were pretending to be an excavation crew pushing sand from this side to that. It’s daunting. But you need those items back in your pocket.

Here’s what self discovery is. It’s uncomfortable. It’s the quirky things you do when no one is watching. It’s those weird moments when you’re by yourself and you suddenly get the urge to sing “Whoomp! There it Is” at the top of your lungs and try your best running man.

That’s who you are! Because you had no expectations on you. No peer pressure. No one to impress except yourself. And that’s who you should be ALL THE TIME! Forget the labels. Forget the perameters. If you want freedom and liberation, when the urge to sing Spice Girls hits you while your standing in a crowded elevator...you fucking sing like a ZIGGA-ZIG-AH! After you die of sheer embarrassment and resuscitate yourself, there will be an overwhelming feeling that just takes over. That feeling is finding your quarter in the sandbox. That feeling is you finding yourself within yourself. THAT feeling is true freedom.