do it for your wild heart. please. xo, EK / by Erica Kathleen

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over the past few months, my perspective, my mindset has shifted, in a huge, earthquake-shake-like way.

before The Resurrection of Wild Heart (here, if you didn't read it) . . . 

before I found hope & happiness  . . . 

I felt like a zombie & a ghost in my own life.

here, but not here. you know?

I was completely consumed by my physical pain & to be honest, I was waiting to die.

being here. being "alive" in this body . . .

sure, technically, I was "alive" . . . but I felt like I was already dead.

and I was done.

(If you're new here & wondering what the pain & sickness is all about, you can read THIS, and THIS to get a glimpse of what's up)

Anyhooo . . .

since I started going out & seeking adventure & feeling this HUGE shift . . . it's got me wondering why it is, that people, myself included . . . put off happiness?

I feel like, in some fucked up way, we get "comfortable" in our shitty situations. 

We get used to them & we grow to believe that "this is just how it is."

Why do we create so many reasons (excuses) for why we can’t do what we love?

Each trip I take, each forest I sleep in . . . those excuses seem more & more ridiculous.

I’m that friend who will always tell you the no-bullshit, honest truth . . . even and especially when you don’t want to hear it.

And so, while sitting in a forest, on the banks of a river, in northern Utah . . .

surrounded by fields of wild flowers, 

I painted and wrote these words for you, and for me.

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"Find what makes you happy, what makes you come alive.

Once you find it,

do whatever it takes,

to make it happen,

on the regular.

whatever it fucking takes.

do it.

quit with the excuses and fucking do it.

Sell your house.

Get a divorce.

Move across the country.

Quit your job.

Whatever is keeping you from it . . .  

squash it.

Like a nasty, poisonous black bug.

Splat. 

to the fucking ground.

This is your shot.

This is YOUR life.

There are no do overs and no second chances.

This.

You.

NOW.

please, do it."

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Whatever it is.

I don’t care.

it doesn’t matter.

you know what I’m talking about.

the thing that puts the spark in your eyes and lights a fire in your belly.

That.

do that.

do it now.

Do it often.

Do it as if your life fucking depends on it.

Because, my friend, it does.

It’s that thing you’ve put on hold or put off.

"I don’t have the money."

"It would upset the family."

"It would be irresponsible."

"I have to think of others first."

"I’m too sick."

"I’m too old."

"I don’t have the time." 

"It would be selfish."

"I have too many other responsibilities."

"I have to wait till the kids are older."

Listen, sister.

Listen to me right now.

Hear me.

Hear my heart.

Right now.

Me and you.

Heart to heart.

Your hand in mine.

Don’t look away.

Don’t tell me you’re OK.

Don’t tell me you’ll be fine.

There is a line.

There is a line between you and happiness.

Nobody else has put it there.

All you.

I know you don’t want to hear it.

I know you want to tell me to fuck off.

Go ahead.

I’m still here.

right here, with you.

I’m here, holding your hand and looking in your eyes and telling you . . .

Sweet, sweet woman. . .

You drew that line.

You put up the road blocks and excuses.

I know that there are REAL things standing in your way.

There are.

I KNOW THAT.

I do.

I have them too.

But you,

you who said “not now" . . . “I can’t" . . .  

YOU can figure this shit out.

you CAN.

I promise.

You can find a way to make it work.

You can.

You will.

I believe in you.

You got this.

Your wild heart is waiting.

Take the steps.

Do the hard work.

Make the space for your wild heart to come alive.

dance with it . . .

sing with it . . . 

take it camping . . .

make love to it.

You.

Your wild heart.

Priority #1. 

now.

I love you.

SO. FUCKING. MUCH.

xo, EK

ps. "wild heart" & "do it" (the art pictured above) are in the shop NOW, here. (open June 5th 12:30 MST & closing June 8th 12:30 MST).  If you're a member, I just emailed you the password ;) If you're not yet a member, get on that shit! It's FREE! do it HERE & then email me at erica@ericakathleen.com & I'll send you the password.