I’ve been learning how to speak to my soul.

Cater to it.

Really just focusing on paying attention to when it cries out to me.

What I’m starting to realize is that there are many different layers to the soul.

There is the part of your soul that calls out for love. The part that calls out for purpose and belonging. Other parts calling out for adventure, good music to vibe to, a moment to relax, or just likes to hang with friends. You know, parts left to uncover.

But I’m learning how to read what I need when I need it.

It’s probably the reason I was depressed for a while. I wasn’t tending to the right parts of my soul. Thinking general approaches would fix everything.

But I took time to feed the different parts.

To give them well deserved attention.

I started writing more because that’s something that helps me heal. Helps me solve. Helps me uncover hidden thoughts.

I went searching for new music. Music that is good to listen to just because I can share the struggle. Or just chill. Or be uplifted depending on my mood in that moment.

I sat and shared parts of me I had tucked inside.

I listened. I started to listen to others more and more. Just grateful that someone was empathic enough to share intimacy with me. Hopefully watering their seed, while they were knowingly or unknowingly watering mines. You know, just sitting with someone and sharing connections is valuable.

The soul remembers those moments. Sparks when you interact with those people again.

And I hope through connections I leave , if if only just a tiny amount, positive energy with all of you guys.

I think it’s better now. Looking back from the other side. From a slightly better place.

Earl said it though, “In the middle of the trip i couldn’t reroute it”.

I couldn’t see my way out because I was neglecting myself.

And it took some time for me to start learning to be patient with my rate of growth.

Appreciating my own timing.

It’s beautiful.

We’re beautiful .

Life is strange!