I go through these phases.
Some of them I know are just a phase.
They just have a certain feel to them.
I just go with it.
But there are others that I know are more than just a phase.
They are a transition.
It is hard to explain.
The only way I can describe it is that it is ‘deeper.’
Kind of always in the background.
I think of it more than I think I am thinking about it.
It does not just appear.
It is almost as if it has been appearing, and it is just now that I am taking note of it.
Things are going to change.
Things are changing.
There is something in the air.
My air.
And I am going to come out different when this is over.
The best part, better.
I just came out of a phase, that became a transition.
I feel better for it.
I relieved myself of something.
Something that I have been doing for a while.
Instagram.
I stopped the other day.
Turned it off.
No more.
I feel free.
Relieved.
Untethered.
All I had to do was close my account.
I mean it took seconds to do it.
If something is not jibing with what makes me, me, why am I doing it?
I like my ‘outlet’ here on Derailleur.
This is all I need.
‘This is all I want.’
Insert closing book emoji here.
‘Dress Confidently. Ride Boldly. Ride YOU.’