I’ve spent a lot of time getting to know myself better but it’s a whole other obstacle to successfully integrate the parts of myself I got to know into my life, my story, without feeling ashamed of them. Sometimes it’s hard to acknowledge that the approaches I took to cope with life weren’t always theContinue reading “Poetry Series – Yogurt”
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Even in my Weakness, I am Strong.
(Sensitive content/trigger warnings: abuse – sexual, mental/emotional/physical) I talk about general dysfunction in relationships far more than I gravitate toward the topic of abuse – whether it be physical, mental, or emotional. My immediate assumption was that I must have just gotten the most abusive relationships out of the way early and tackled those firstContinue reading “Even in my Weakness, I am Strong.”
Poetry Series – Ex-plosions
I think maybe it was after my last relationship that went south, I confessed to Isaac that I felt silly and embarrassed at this point even acknowledging it when I date someone. What used to be months together before destruction now seems to only be weeks and I’m wondering if it’s me at this point.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Ex-plosions”
Falling
Growth and learning aren’t linear. There are some basics we have to get down before we move on to the more complex lessons, challenges. This means from time to time it can look like chaos, jumping around from idea to idea, pulling in all of the related concepts. Later, further into your lessons, you’re goingContinue reading “Falling”
The Way it Looked to Me – Pt 12 – Watch
Is it fair to say that people that write are “people watchers” by nature, or is that stereotyping? Okay, fine. People that write well keep their eyes open to the world around them and take it all in. It’s all in the way they focus on the little details and pick up on patterns. Better?Continue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Pt 12 – Watch”
Poetry Series – Dark Figure
As I start to spiral, I’m never really sure if it was initiated from the outside or within. I’m too busy trying to stop the progression to pinpoint the exact source. Perhaps this seems problematic as if finding the source would let me solve the problem faster. Maybe that’s true but I can’t help butContinue reading “Poetry Series – Dark Figure”
The Way it Looked to Me – Pt 11 – Movies
I promised myself that I wouldn’t set aside my own comfort just to give in to that of others anymore. I’m not sure if the point in which that decision was made was a catalyst that started drawing those opportunities to the forefront like rapid-fire, ready to test my conviction, or if I simply becameContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Pt 11 – Movies”
The Way it Looked to Me- Pt 10 Jello Salad
They say that laughter is the best medicine. When a baby laughs, usually it’s enough to dose anyone within earshot. Baby laughs are always genuine, harmless. By the time school-age is reached, not all laughter feels good. The howls and giggles erupting around you when you’re the butt of a joke seem to be theContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me- Pt 10 Jello Salad”
Poetry Series – Boyish
How often do you find yourself shifting focus based on new information? This doesn’t have to come in the form of anything major or groundbreaking. There are subtle messages we pick up as we go through our day-to-day life. Recently, listening to Untamed by Glennon Doyle, the idea of impermanence came up. The message wasContinue reading “Poetry Series – Boyish”
The Way it Looked to Me – Part Nine
I’m still working out a lot of lingering judgments. I grew up around people that would talk shit for sport and being the competitive person that I am, naturally, I wanted to be the best in the game. My eyes became trained to scan a person and look for weak spots, anything “off”. Anything toContinue reading “The Way it Looked to Me – Part Nine”
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