Content. This word has been rattling around in me all day — CON tent is what I’m expected to produce as a writer / influencer on this world before me. Con TENT is what I’m not sure I am within this expectation culture. Wrapped up and roped off is almost where I feel I’ve found myself and my heart — ready to get back to a very-basic-contentment with self and life. Unhinged and unhooked from producing content and content again with just producing the fruit of a life well lived — natural and free — the fruit that appears on a tree whose roots go deep and find water by a stream that never runs dry or answers to a deadline. Tow the line — for myself first — and then the world. I can’t go back, only forward and see where the road... [5 minute free-writing limit]
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