For saying all the things.
For oversharing my thoughts.
For being in my feelings sometimes.
For over communicating.
For being too forward and too honest.
For caring too much.
For loving too hard.
For wanting things that aren’t mine.
For wishing things I’m unworthy of.
For being stubborn.
For being sassy.
For giving my unsolicited opinion from time to time.
For being indecisive.
For being a total head case.
For having anxiety and depression.
For having this body and body image issues.
For crying too easily.
For playing with my hair too much.
For having a foul mouth.
For not being someone else.
I’m sorry for just being me.
Unusual to find a picture of just me
Never confident enough to for people to see
Filters used to make all the corrections
Important to fix my many imperfections
Longing to feel comfortable in my own skin
To feel beautiful on the outside and deep within
Everyday seeking some form of approval
Realizing slowly that self love is more crucial
Eventually I’ll show just me, bit by bit
Determined to be a girl that owns her own shit
You still try to make me feel small
Every time you show up, text or call
Thinking you can tell me what to do
But I no longer have to listen to you
You say things to mess with my head
Act like you never heard the words that I said
I continue to try and remain polite
But you’re conniving and always picking a fight
You have no respect for my home or my things
Always trying to push my buttons and pull my strings
You’re no different than a school yard bully
Except I stupidly thought you were an adult and could act maturely
But I won’t tolerate it anymore
I kicked you out and changed the locks on the door
I will no longer be made to feel small
I might be short in stature but I still stand tall
🍂It’s officially Autumn
Truly my thrive season
When I’m no longer at rock bottom
It’s when the leaves begin to turn
Mums are brought out🍃
And everything is warm shades of gold and auburn
The temperature begins to drop
The days of Birkenstocks and sweatshirts
🍁And lattes from your favorite coffee shop
It’s the time of apple picking and eating🍂
And kids out trick-or-treating
When you sit by the bonfire and pass moonshine
🍃Tell hilarious stories with friends
And the s’mores made are always top of the line
Sweater weather is truly when I’m at my best
My peak season
When I’m just ridiculously happy and incredibly blessed🍁
Warm, bright and pure
Often taken for granted
The solution, the remedy, the cure
To my skin, heart and soul
Healing all the pain
From where life takes it’s toll
Shedding light on all my scars
Revealing the hurt I hide within
Setting me free, like a shuttle to the stars
That wonderful golden hue
The answer to all my troubles
Always there to see me through
I’ve been working on establishing my own space lately. Both figuratively and literally. Like really making it my own. I’ve been very deliberate in this process, as I’m in a renaissance. And I’m being choosy. In all things.
Lately I’ve been working on my home office (since apparently I’ll be working from home indefinitely) and I stumbled upon some of my old stuff. Found my original Gameboy with Tetris. It’s fully functional and for the record – I still think it’s the best game ever. The music is just as awesome as I remember. Oh and I still kick ass. I also found a few old sketch books. Funny to see how my doodles have evolved some. Not much but some. And even how Soph and I are into drawing the same things at similar ages.
I also came across some of my poems. Like from almost 20 years ago. 😲 Woah. Let me just say. Y’all think I’m a head case now?! You don’t even know the half of it. Some of that shit was dark and some of it was just straight crazy. I might get brave and share a few. Might. Crazy to take a small peek back at life before bills, responsibilities, motherhood, etc. You know when we were young, carefree and well rested. Feels like an entirely different universe…
But setting up my own space has been really good for me. Liberating, insightful, cleansing…all the things. And I’m learning about myself. It seems in the years past, I’ve manage to lose myself. And worst of all, I didn’t even know it till recently. How does that even happen?! Who does that to themselves? Sigh. But I digress.
Now, I’m working on finding me all over again. It’s all a work in progress. I’m a work in progress.