“Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learn.”
I realized over this past week that everybody I know seems to be letting someone/something get the best of them. It’s usually someone who has hurt them or something that is going to (i.e. addiction). Why do we do that? Why don’t we just let sleeping dogs lie? Why do we let us stop us from moving forward? People are desperate for connection at our most “connected” point in the human species. Perhaps, in our desperation, we don’t realize that we make self-fulfilling prophecies that let these people/things continually hurt us, alter us, our relationships, our decisions; the connections we desire and all of it needs to stop.
The one thing we can do to improve the value of our relationships: Vulnerability.
Let me ask: Is someone getting the best of you?
Is it time to let it go?
You desperately feel the need to go “home”; and also don’t feel like you have anywhere/anyone to go home to 🤷🏻♀️
Fuck. Maybe I never did.
They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut. Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
From: Tulips, Plath, Sylvia. Ariel: The Restored Edition.
Happy Birthday, Devonator.
“You’re on your own now. We won’t save you.
your rescue squad is too exhausted;
And if you complain once more, you’ll meet an Army of ME”
“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.” ~ Jane Howard
I am so very thankful for my wild woman sisters from other misters today. We were supposed to have book club last night, book club. Innocent, enough. As it turns out, our fearless female leader had fallen ill, so the two sisters I had tagging along for book club and I ended up at barcade. We got our Yoshi, pinball, PacMan, Skee-ball ON and were silly and wild and there was so much laughter and joy. Different ages, different races. Delicious ambiguity.
Yes, please, may I have some more?