On Being Clueless
POETRY
I’ve been going through old poems, putting together (or should I say?) finalizing a manuscript. I felt compelled to share this one (which probably won’t be included), a reflection from 2017 when I had just left NYC and all that I built there to venture into the unknown. It’s a theme I’m constantly revisiting, one that I’m sure will never get old: self-love.
Clueless
Sometimes when I don’t have a clue about who I am, I remember the only thing I need to be then is clueless. Nothing to solve, no seeking, or (over) thinking. Because this is what it means to be myself in this moment, the person who I’ve always wanted to be-
Someone who just lets herself be.
And I would rather be that than trying to figure her out. That takes too much energy and after awhile it gets boring and awhile after that I can’t find myself at all, more clueless than ever.
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