This one is a ride.

I talk about marriage… about loving someone who is your opposite… about being mad and then somehow being more mad that they’re mad too.

I own my delulu a little. Or a lot.

I talk about confidence as a decision… about being gifted, being worthy of reciprocity… about remembering who you were before the world told you who to be.

About being the muse… the anchor… the chaos… the magic.

And maybe… just maybe…
the “delusion” isn’t the problem.

Maybe it’s the spark.