I have no idea why but I’m feeling so anxious right now.
Like, I can’t get still. I can’t get my mind still. I’m physically uncomfortable sitting in this chair, trying to adjust my position, shifting my weight, changing the setting on this heater beside me. My focus is out of focus and the only thing that feels right is to write. Continue reading “The Right Thing. The Write Thing.”
I’ve always believed in the power of words. I’m a writer, after all, it kinda goes with the gig. My life is filled with hand-written inspirations of yellow sticky notes in my home, in my car, in my office. In my purse.
For no apparent reason yesterday, everything was going well when suddenly, I felt uninspired and overwhelmed. I wallowed in it for a moment before quickly deciding to change my own mind.
I woke up this morning, unsettled. For whatever reason, he was on my mind. My thoughts almost held me hostage again until I said this aloud, “If it brings you happiness, then it brings me peace.” I like the idea that whatever is bringing joy into someone else’s life brings me a sense of peace, despite the fact that it may hurt or inconvenience me. I’m choosing to put my feelings aside for someone else’s happiness, creating a peace within that. To some people, that may sound extreme. It may seem like I’m choosing them over me. But I find profound strength is choosing to be at peace regardless of someone else’s choices even if it hurt.
So I met this really cool chick in my new office and we had lunch today. Being that the two of us make up 50% of the minority population in my entire company, it was important for me to reach out and connect with her. Continue reading “Like Attracts Like”
If love seeks love, then I feel like, sometimes, when you think you’ve lost love, that’s really just God’s way of bringing you back on Him. Continue reading “Seeking Love”
So many thoughts running through my mind. Writing is the only thing that’s keeping me alive. Because waiting on you is dying a slow, miserable death. Suffocated by stuff we created|Love imitated by lust Fears outside my body|Solely naked Hiding behind only the lies I told myself for why you haven’t called. Never fall for a poet.
I was too embarrassed to admit it this time- even to myself. But there I was… grown enough to know better, smart enough to do better and good enough to get better. Continue reading “Love Hurts?”
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