I over-identified with my suffering because it was the most interesting thing about me. Now I prefer being at peace, free and even a little boring. There’s no more “tea”, no scoop or drama. Just adventures in me living my wonderfully quiet life.
Some people you need in doses, too much & you lose yourself. It’s all that charm. You feel seen, don’t you? But please try and remember how mirrors work.
There’s people that come along just to teach you how to laugh, there’s those that come along to show you just how resilient you are and there’s those that come in and orchestrate bullshit just so you can see what you don’t prefer.
Having been on both sides of relationship dynamics where I’m the one who feels far too much for someone or I don’t feel enough for the person, I can without a doubt say human connections can be excruciatingly painful, when we lie to ourselves & others.
If you wanna know how much you’ve grown.. check & see what still moves you.. what still reels you in.. who you’re still attracted to.
If not much has changed, don’t beat yourself up. There’s many more lifetimes to go, & many more failed situationships for you to get it right
It just hit me, the idea of de-centering men is not thinking that men are lesser than. I was worried for a second because I didn’t want to burn my bra or grow my bush to a braid-able length. But I realize that men are just people. Bones, tissues, and insecurities. Not God.
Your heart cannot simply be with anyone randomly, no matter how kind, intelligent or attractive they seem. Your heart has visions of an ancient love that are exact, specific, rare, unique — So be patient for love to come exactly, not randomly.
Abandonment issues hurt less when you realize you were meant for expansion. Your life is a revolving door and things are constantly in rotation, look at all the people you get to experience, why they leave is not your business. Keep up cause here comes the next one.
Humor is used as a mechanism to deliver truth, no one is "awkwardly* laughing or "doesn't get it", they are all extremely clear on what the joke is and relate to the sentiment of it.
It’s not only in bad times a part of us runs for cover. I have a theory we sometimes do that during the good times too. I dissociate when things feel too good to be true, because if/when it’s over, there’s a part of me that was kept away, so not all of me will feel the loss.
Seeking a new normal every 6 months to a year, only to watch it slowly lose its shine and you have the itch to jump ship is a loop that hurts to live in.
I used to get so frustrated in situations where I knew I was uncomfortable with my own power and choices. Because how dare you not be able to read my mind. How dare you to leave me to speak up and show up for myself. How dare you leave me to wrestle with myself.