Cosmic Fran

"Welp. Fuck it," I say, standing up from my vantage point overlooking the city. I guess this is going to be my first mission after all. Well my first chosen mission. I've sat on the sidelines willingly. Where it was comfy. Safe. But I am too bad ass to play it safe. But a bad ass still needs to asses the situation. I take a minute to center myself and harness inspiration. Today, I feel like channeling Yelena, my current fave hero and girl-crush. Calm. Methodical. Lethal. Gor

This is the reality I've chosen, and I know what needs to be done. What I'm meant to do. I'm not scared. So what am I waiting for? "Ever forward!" I cry. The words I've chosen to live by. Then why is it so hard? To move in that direction?

So I will just start from the start I say "so" a lot  I'm a witch human who is working through her insecurities and traumas with the help of said witchcraft, nature, cosmic miracles and my absolute genius imagination A magical storyteller who knows she is meant to share her art and imagination with whoever wants and/or needs it despite the paralyzing fear of rejection or maybe the real fear is I will actual be seen A constant dance with different and ever changing choreo Desp

Do you remember those choose your own adventure books? I  loved  those books. I mean. sure, sometimes you'd choose the lame adventure but there was always that little moment of fear, excitement and anticipation when you just didn't know what was going to happen next. I loved those books so much the notion of them sort of become my life.  Every day is a "choose your own adventure" for me.  ​ See I am not one of those brooding superheroes who is constantly at war with his purpo

I know. I am coming off super confident Because I am Some might say cocky Would you say that if I was a.... Never mind That’s a different soap box for a different time I decided some time ago that being audacious is not a bad thing; to step boldly into your authentic self and move forward with confidence. Why on earth would that be a bad thing?  It’s not really. Unless you’re a woman There I said it. I think I also said earlier that my powers developed over time. I said that

I've been many different people  Many different forms  Shapes Sizes Beings  Decisions  I've worn many disguises Maybe masks is a better word for it Now that I think about it  Undercover is probably a better word for it Like CIA level undercover  The darkest of dark ops  Until nothing real remained Just a mirror reflection of my score  The jester performing for her supper  For anything I realize now that I can't be mad  I didn't know me  How could I expect them to Why don't th