A little over a year ago, I was spent at working a job that had helped me through, but become like an overbearing parent, full of weighty obligations and numbing patience as i waited to finally move on.
I loved that life I lived, the freedom i had learned to cultivate for myself there. I loved knowing every inch of that city, and still finding something new every day. I loved to be held warm and close by the friends who I loved, knew and who I trusted felt the same for me.
I leapt.
I leapt into a new kind of patience, one that required me to encourage myself and be satisfied with the possibilities that lay ahead. I reveled in the opportunity to introduce myself to the new people I met, and to myself since afterall such a change does change a person to a degree.
So in the spirit of re-introductions, and fresh steps I began to wear the nickname I never knew I wanted as my own.
I felt this springy fresh name was oppressively optimistic at times, and even unduly sexual on occasion in the context of business but somehow I wore it well, it emboldened me to a degree, and I was secretly shifting it towards a more confident and wise reading.
Kiki, rooted in my Finnish name 'Kirsi' is easier to pronounce, is sweet and memorable, is unorthodox...but who isn't, it references a new area of growth on an orchid, its Happy.
Kiki is my friend, is fantastic, is still figuring it out
Kiki lives in the Pacific Northwest and loves the green rainforests and grey riverbeds and teal lakes.
Kiki cherishes her family and all of her wonderful good friends spread all over this planet.
Kiki is helpful, a bit shy, a boisterous party animal, a sharp witted comrade, a considerate debater.
Kiki is a willing student of home cooking, musicianship, instrument repair and life in general.
Kiki is well loved, certain of her intentions if not her course of action, eloquent, and dedicated to doing good everyday.
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Kiki is who I am becoming, without losing sight of my pasts, I feel like I have become a grown up these past few years, it feels good.
