Coming Undone

You may see that term and grimace, with that touch of fear crawling up your neck. I see that term and all I feel is freedom. We've all thought about it, considered it and even daydreamed about it. Letting go, not caring (about what other people think), and doing exactly what we want to do, how we want to do it, when we want to do it and reveling in the abandonment of everything except what feels good. Ohhhhhhhhh.....sweet release.

I've seen it. I've watched it start as a tiny little flame and then burst into a million colors of red, orange and white. I've even felt it myself and oh my how I so badly want to live there.

And right there, you'll say to me: go. Live there. You should. You deserve it. Oh what freedom and happiness you'll have...but would you have the courage to say it to yourself, and then act on it?

You could, you know. You could come undone and there is no "if". Those will be waiting for you when you become done again. We always go back to done, eventually. But those memories of interruption and unrestraint will have been worth it.