The Queen Defrosts
Sometimes a queen needs a break from the world and that's okay. A woman labors enough as the Holy Temple of Life she is. I took the time since my last post to reflect on what it meant to be me, surrounded by all my bedmates during the Party of Life. The question I ask myself afterwards is: Why? What now? It's this intense post-nut clarity that haunts me as a woman.
The Party of Life is a major daily event for me to evaluate my reason to be. I don't always get this existential, otherwise my hyper-independent #girlboss bedmates would drop the act, but sometimes it feels like my body just teleports me to an oasis of self-reflection, like I'm escorted to an audience with All-Mother.
I have nothing much to say aside from this. Just expect me to be more active in the near future as my zen meditation phase is coming to an end.
Tripe Blessings!