I feel goofy!
I feel silly!
I feel like a BIG effing kid.
And that is what makes me,
Often my grammer sucks.
My spelling even worse.
I put exclamation points where they don’t go.
I LOVE comma’s! 😻
I am learning this whole emoji thing,
I hear it is a language in itself.
One I aim to learn,
but find myself a bit confused with. 🤨
I make up words on the spot,
can flip into weird accents without notice.
My mood switches more than the winds of Santa Anna.
I am up,
I am down.
I am complex,
and extremely surfacy.
I truly don’t give a F-ck what you think of me,
if I please you or not,
but goodness how I dislike confrontation and want nothing more than you to be happy with me.
I am pretty F-cked UP!
I got a whole universe of baggage.
My ego loves to dance on my SOUL.
I self- sabotage at any opportunity I give myself,
and I get caught in worry and overwhelm when it happens.
But that is what makes me,
I am a city girl.
I am a country girl.
A hick and a slut.
I am a saint and a teacher.
A mother and a cunt.
I am most certainly not everyone’s peach.
Many dislike my ways and looks.
But for each and every one of them,
there is a SOUL MATE that supports,
this crazy dance.
I see through the bullsh*t.
Your’s and mine a like.
I will be sarcastic, obnoxious,
bold and raw,
but bring peace to your heart,
as you will not feel judgement,
but love instead.
Did I mention I am goofy?
Well indeed I am.
It may be my BIGGEST or BOLDEST characteristic once you get to know me,
it stands right behind this EGO I have.
Which tries it’s damnedest to not let my light be seen,
my play be felt, and this BIG kid in me that is always wanting to enjoy.
I want to get it perfect.
This I most certainly do.
But I understand that perfection does not exist the way we think of it,
but instead its about FEELING.
We are all projects,
in this thing called life.
You and I alike.
It’s our purpose ,
our mission to support one another.
The best way to achieve this,
is not through criticism and or being right.
It’s through tapping into your GOOFY,
letting the KID come out and PLAY.
But you gotta love yourself enough,
be courageous and weird,
stand out from all the sheeple’s who flock in fear.
It’s not there that you will find me,
no I am over here.
In the land of goofy, strange and imperfect.
The land of acceptance.
It may be a bit confrontational to stand out in the crowd.
It may feel like a lifetime adrenaline rush,
not a walk in the clouds.
But I can tell you my fellow Goof.
Its what we are to do.
To tap the F-ck INTO,
and BE WHO WE ARE.
Not hide from our purpose.
Not run from the feelings.
Not bury our heads in the sand,
but look out and say,
“Here I AM!”
It’s your God given right,
you are worthy in deed you are,
to have all the abundance,
the house and the car,
your bank account over flowing,
your life abundant and rich.
Yes it is your God given right,
to be a BIG RICH KID.
Let that goofy out I tell you,
let it be felt and be seen.
It’s your ticket to greatness,
to not be so serious,
to not worry,
to not fear.
God has your back,
its always been that way.
Acceptance, love and silliness.
Your own version will get you on your way,
no one else really matters,
if you are not STRONG.
Realize the injustice you are doing,
to this world and the ones you love,
the dishonor you are showing,
when you shrink and hide who you are.
So be that BIG kid.
Be that GOOF that you are.
Let your LIGHT SHINE bright.
And Be Who Are.
Stop Existing & Start Living
“Coaching for Grown A*s Believers”