My heart and mind are staging a quiet rebellion.
They don't want to drive a "good girl" anymore. They don't want to be responsible, or do a good job with tasks they don't like.
They want to burn bridges and piss people off. They want to indulge in unplanned days, do whatever the hell they want, learn what they want to learn not what others say they should learn.
Poise? Please. Maturity? Whatev. I've over it. The inner demons want out. They're noisy and feisty and itchy. They demand reinvention. They stimulate madness.
You see, true rebels don't settle. They take what they want by whatever means necessary. They aren't neat or tidy. And they are certainly not conscientious.
Because being responsible only gets you so far. To get the rest of the way you have to be responsive -- to your hunger, your muses, your gut.
I'd cry out "Who's with me??" here, but remember, this is a quiet rebellion. The uprising has to happen IN me, not AROUND me ... or not at all.
So Heart. Mind. Gut. Am I with me?