Who my mind belongs to
I think somewhere deep in childhood I got the idea that my mind should belong to God. Or my parents. Or society. Or something.
I’ve been fighting that ever since then. And I can tell you without a doubt that I know who my mind should belong to. Me.
So, I’m gearing up for a bit of a war over here. Because it doesn’t. But it will. And I’m pleased to say that my dance partner and partner in crime in here is far more bloodthirsty than me, and I am really curious what I can learn from her. Because if it’s them or me, it’s going to be me.