big(?) girl in a big world
the real world has got me busy. i'm so blessed to have a good work life balance, but i wish i had a life and life balance. life is being alive. filing my taxes. cooking breakfast, lunch, and dinner. maintaining relations. life is being alive. doing shit i love to do. learning about ME. that part of life has gotten so small. sometimes i lose grasp of who i really am. or at least who i think i am. but i am reminded, i'm every woman; it's all in me. i'm all of those ''personas.'' i'm happy and kind. i'm mean and bratty. i'm oblivious and naive. i'm clever and sneaky. i'm confused and frustrated. i'm funny and playful. i'm everything. in all combinations.
but one thing i know is that i am soft.
there has been imagery playing on repeat in my daydreams. a pansy being stepped on.
imagine stomping on a pansy and then being like ''grow a backbone you pathetic weakling.'' that's how a lot of interactions feel to me. i can navigate, but it is exhausting. disheartening even.
clearly it is too much to ask to be handled with care, but what i don't understand is, if you're not going to handle it with care, why even handle it at all? why do you want to handle it so badly when you won't even take proper care of it? it's just a little strange. i hope everyone reading gets taken care of fproperly.. and that they do the same for those around them. the world doesn't have to be so miserable, but it will continue to be because misery loves company. and there i go being a pessimist GROSS! let me snap out of it. i'm truly grateful that my circles are filled with kind, caring people. i hope we continue being the change we want to see.
stay sweet.