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"Both grounded and all over the place."

I read that in my horoscope. 
What a silly thing to say. 

I am both grounded and all over the place. 
I feel the dirt beneath bare soles while I simultaneously feel the spinning chaos and confusion of flight. 

Everything makes sense but nothing makes sense. 
I am both grounded and all over the place. 

The feeling dropped within the pit of my stomach as I sat with the weight of my words. In the moment, I became my most authentic self while morphing into a person I had never known. 

Grounded and all over the place. 
I'm okay and not okay. 

I live. I smile. I love fiercely. I tend. I nurture. I grow. 
I also coward. I hide. I shake. I bury. I cry. I shrink. 

Step 1: Speak. 
Say the words. Utter the syllables. Annunciate each letter. 
Breathe in the courage. Exhale the truth. 

Check. 

Grounded and all over the place. 
And that's okay, for I'm grounded in my truth. 

A.

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