I’ve been in a writing funk for a while now and really what that means is that I have a backlog of stuff that I haven’t allowed an outlet for but desperately need out. The world has been changing, a lot has been happening and with the weight of the chaos, I am even more proud of the moments that I choose to respond peacefully to the ways the world triggers me.
Walking Out
I walked out of family dinner
I walked out of a family dinner that wasn’t my family
I walked out of family dinner, causing a scene as they shout after me
I walked out of family dinner, biting my tongue so it wouldn’t turn into daggers, ready to lunge.
I walked out of family dinner and I was embarrassed.
I walked out of family dinner and knew there would be something to say about me walking away.
I walked out of family dinner to go for a walk, take a deep breath, and offer soothing self-talk.
I walked out of family dinner knowing it was what was best but always worried I’ll upset the person I’m going home with.
I walked out of family dinner to collect myself and I’m really proud that I didn’t start to cry, scream or shout.
I walked out of family dinner and that was growth, controlling myself instead of everyone else.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 