Like empowerment. Like incredible courage and conviction and determination all rising up inside me. The kind that makes you draw your chin in, your neck back, and narrow your eyes with the smallest and hardly detectable smile that says, “Soy la diosa de esta jodida galaxia.” I am the goddess of this fucking galaxy.
It’s a feeling that I want to grab and run with. To stoke the fire under it and fan it till it roars and shines and lifts me into a long awaited tango. Dancing in between the release and control that are so hard to balance when you try.
But I don’t know where it came from. Where it’s meant to lead me. What step it is that I should take. It felt like a nudge… or a shove. But before I can ride the momentum… I try to understand it. And it fades. Not from memory. It’s still in my body, my breath and lingering behind my eyes.
But that moment that I assumed wanted action… Maybe that feeling just wanted to make itself known.
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