Monáe's Musings | Fabulous and Fortunate Podcast

Well, here we are at the end of October. Autumn has reached her climax and we are in the wake of it. This morning the sky was extra hazy and brooding where I am. And I honestly love it. I love the spookiness. The supposed dreariness. The rain pouring from gray clouds. The muddy grounds. The crispness of the air. And the feeling of pure bliss and joy as I wipe mud off of my crocs. It draws me back to all that I am. It is my opinion that the seasons remind us that things just change, they do. And there’s very little we can do about it.

Upon pondering this I was reminded that I don’t owe anyone an explanation or apology for who I am. It is said that people come into our life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. What if, somehow, we could translate that into how we approach emotions or moments. Or even versions of ourselves. As I contemplated this more and more, I realized that no one is owed an explanation for who I am these days. There are versions of all of us that were placed within us for a season. As for the versions that were placed within us for a reason, well we know about that and how we learn lessons through them. And how fascinating it is that there are versions of us that last throughout our entire lifetime. Among those versions it is my hope that the joyful versions, the blissful versions, and even the brooding rainy day versions remain with me. Blissfully licking the ice cream as the rain falls around you. Allowing what is bound to wither, to actually whither. Not feeling guilty for ordering Thai takeout on a day where the sunny sky tells you to cook. I believe true bliss is allowing yourself to feel what it is you need to feel at any given moment

There’s few things quite as delicious as being under a brooding sky and feeling joy. While there’s nothing as paradoxical as feeling dreadful on a bright, sunny day. What if I allow these versions of myself to express themselves instead of judging them. Without allowing them to be influenced by the meek and weak judgement of others? Well that’s a thought. And in the grand scheme of the whole thing, is that not truly being all that I am?