To do what you Love

To Do What You Love Its tough, she thought. To do what you love. To create a life. By doing what you love. The fear of descending. And leaving the norm. To quit what is realistic. And do what you love. Its tough, she thought. To do what you love. To move so holistically. By doing what you love. The absence of support. And encouragement of doubt. To move from the comfort. And do what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To create your own motion. By doing what you love. The internal harassment. And ambivalent thoughts. To move so erratically. And do what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To build your own empire. By doing what you love. The unintentional drought. And motionless thoughts. To feel so insignificant. And do what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To harness imperfection. By doing what you love. The ability to escape. And the freedom to stroll. To feel so ambivalent. And do what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To feel so at ease. By doing what you love. The urgency to change. And the expectance to run. To feel so important. And do what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To feel so afraid. By doing what you love. The absence of success. And the expectance to succeed. To feel so restless. By doing what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. To feel so at peace. By doing what you love. The eagerness to grow. And the reluctance to fail. To feel so excited. By doing what you love. Its tough she thought. To do what you love. You have one life to live. So do what you love. She thought to herself. Why not do what you love? more poetry, writing, info on spiritual mentorships and photography at micaylajean.com