KEEP CALM AND...

Wait... why? Why do I need to keep calm? Why do I need to be well behaved and zen-like?

What if I want to scream, dance, laugh hysterically, light the world on fire? All these badges of being totally together all of the time are FAKE. Because I'm a woman and I'm not calm all of the time.

My body and soul have a rhythm. 
They dance to many different beats, feet changing directions in a moment's notice.

One-Two-Three turns in to hair swinging head banging which turns in to a collapse on the floor to gain back my breath. My dance card is filled except when I decide to rip it up and dance on my own.

But no where on the dance card of my life does it have the instructions - KEEP CALM.

I can go slow. 
I can do deeply grounded totally aligned.
I can do flow.

I can sprint.
I can stomp on the ground and kick up dust.
I can blow on the fiery embers of creation.

I can collapse.
I can release myself to the yummy ebb of that post creation cycle.
I can come to a grinding stop and sit in the void.

I can get angry or hysterical or irrational.
I can be disappointed in myself and in others. 
I can let tears stream down my face.

I can love.
I can love fiercely and passionately like a wild bonfire fed with summer abandon.
I can love quietly and gently and wholly like looking at your child for the first time.

I can be lots of things to lots of people.
I can be lots of things to me.
I can even be calm if I so choose.

And I can also be all of that without someone telling me to calm the hell down.