Do you remember that one time when someone, someone very grown up, told you YOU HAVE TO HAVE A PLAN. THIS IS FOREVER WE’RE TALKING ABOUT. And you flipped your sweet ponytail and said, YOU SEE THESE HANDS? THEY ARE ALL THE PLANS I NEED.
Then we laughed and played spoons around the fire. You sang that one song your grandma taught you but you changed the words around a bit and sang with your whole throat. We ate the moon slow that year. I spent a lot of time thinking about power. Power is an inside job. Power comes from listening to the sounds your organs make. Power comes from learning how to do it yourself. Power is a quiet boat. Power doesn’t come from fame or money or control. Power comes from learning new skills and being proud of yourself. Power comes from facing the shit that scares you. Power is when your girlfriend says Don’t You Dare Run Away Just Because It Got Hard. Power is staying. Power is letting go of all your excess shit. Power isn’t working all week to keep the lights on, it’s learning how to make your own fucking lights. Power is knowing how to build a house. It’s knowing what you really really really really want. Power doesn’t care what the economy is doing. Power is yelling at you from the back of the pick up truck, YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO BE EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO BE, JUST HOP ON.