au·ton·o·my / ôˈtänəmē/
freedom from external control or influence; independence.
One of my favorite songs of all times is “Everybody Loves the Sunshine” by Roy Ayers and his band the Roy Ayers Ubiquity. The beat just sends me spiraling in to a zone that is solely mine and as the backup singers repeat “My life, my life, my life, my life.” I’m subconsciously empowered and reminded that I owe nothing to anyone. My body, my blackness, my womanhood. They all belong to me.
“Feel, what I feel, when I feel, what I feel when I'm feelin',”
Tears don’t need reasons. Tummy rolls are OK. Do Not Disturb is a setting on your iPhone for a reason. I am taking more and more time to appreciate the raw happiness that comes with just being. The illusion of busy does not equal the reality of success. We all love the sunshine, but what about who you are when you’ve weathered the storm?