What could be nicer than not having to color within the lines. To me, then, lines under any form have never been able to convince me not to go over, under. Maybe it's because my brain works differently, but I don't see any bones in that either. (To be clear this has nothing to do with respect or agreements made.)
Thank you—deeply. That means the world. I’ve worked hard to peel back every layer that wasn’t mine and stand fully in the truth of who I am now. It’s gritty, it’s disruptive, and honestly? It’s the most peaceful I’ve ever felt.
Amen, So good written Monica, I am here with paint on my fingertips and words that's too blunt for the nice girls and dreams that they never dared to dream. Sending you all my love.
Ohhh yes—paint on your fingertips, truth on your tongue, and dreams too wild for the rule-followers. That’s my kind of woman. I feel you in every word. Keep painting, keep writing, keep daring—we’re just getting started. Sending big porch love right back to you.
What could be nicer than not having to color within the lines. To me, then, lines under any form have never been able to convince me not to go over, under. Maybe it's because my brain works differently, but I don't see any bones in that either. (To be clear this has nothing to do with respect or agreements made.)
Yes, yes, YES.
There’s something deeply alive about refusing to stay inside lines that were never drawn with you in mind.
To some, “lines” feel like order.
But to those of us wired for dreaming, truth-telling, and creation… they feel like cages dressed up as structure.
It’s not about disrespect—it’s about resonance.
And if the line doesn’t hum with truth, I’m not here to color inside it.
The world needs more edge-walkers. I’m so glad you’re one of them.
Well said 👏
Hey thanks so much!
I applaud the gritty truth of your words and the disruptive nature of who you are today. Keep it all up.
Thank you—deeply. That means the world. I’ve worked hard to peel back every layer that wasn’t mine and stand fully in the truth of who I am now. It’s gritty, it’s disruptive, and honestly? It’s the most peaceful I’ve ever felt.
I’ll keep going. Thank you for seeing me.
You are seen with delight.
Amen, So good written Monica, I am here with paint on my fingertips and words that's too blunt for the nice girls and dreams that they never dared to dream. Sending you all my love.
Ohhh yes—paint on your fingertips, truth on your tongue, and dreams too wild for the rule-followers. That’s my kind of woman. I feel you in every word. Keep painting, keep writing, keep daring—we’re just getting started. Sending big porch love right back to you.
You just put words to the exact version of me I’m walking toward.
You are my vision—paint, truth, and all. 🎨🔥
Thank you for reflecting her back to me so clearly.
I’m not all the way there yet, but I feel her rising in me every time I dare to stay in my truth.
Big porch love right back. I’m so grateful you’re here. 💛
She’s already in you. Rising with every truth you speak, every “no” you honor, every quiet moment you choose yourself.
I’m not ahead of you—I’m just sitting on the porch, holding the light while you walk your way home.
You don’t have to rush.
You don’t have to earn her.
She’s not some future version—you are her becoming, right now.
And I see her.
Clear as day.
Big, big love from this side of the porch. I’m so grateful you are here.
I’m just sitting here with tears in my eyes.
So much love, pouring in every word you wrote.
I feel her rising. I feel me rising.
And knowing you’re holding that light, it means everything.
Thank you
Big, big love right back from this side of the sky. 💛