Poetry
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This is a big week for me. I’m, for the first time in my adult life, moving into my first solo apartment. I’ve always had a roommate, or lived with my ex husband. So this marks a big step for me. And honestly, I’m both excited and terrified. I think the thing I’m worried about
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Have you ever just done something, partially on a whim, and just felt instant relief? I feel that today as I decided that going back to school right now isn’t what is best for me. As much as I want to finish my degree, my life isn’t in a place where it’s doable for me.
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Considering the last 20 months of my life, I’m pretty happy just to be here. But having the last week to mostly unplug outside of my life at work has kinda given me some perspective. I seem to be continuing to be who people expect me to be. Instead of being who I want to
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I’ve spent a lot of time these last 7 weeks thinking about worth. Specifically, what my worth is to the company I work for. Not to the people I work with, but the company as a whole. Because there is a stark difference between asking the company, and the leadership, to show how much they
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Have you ever woken up and just felt completely off? And I don’t mean like woken up and you feel sick, but just off. Emotionally, you just feel off. It’s an odd feeling, and usually, I can figure out why. But today I’m not all that sure. It is just a day where it feels
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The writer describes a complex relationship with their mother, expressing admiration, disappointment, and fear. Despite the mixed feelings, they still aspire to emulate their mother’s positive qualities and strength.
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This week I’m having a minor procedure done. It’s really nothing to worry about, though hopefully it will create a better understanding of why I feel the way I do. But in doing that, on top of a chaotic work life, it has left me with a lot of anxiety. I’m not completely sure what
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There are a lot of things that I want to do in my life. That never ending bucket list if you will. But for me, this list has become more about finding myself so I can find the things that I enjoy doing. Really, it’s just that I want to be able to tell people
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Keeping up is impossible these days. At least, it seems like it for me. There are only so many hours in a day and I need to remember that. I can’t get everything done every single day. Which, as a pathological people pleaser is hard to remember. I’m struggling to tell myself that it’s okay
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Most of my favorite songs can be considered “sad” songs. My mom once asked me for a list of songs that I listen to that make me feel happy. Yeah, it was a list of mostly sad songs. I have always been this way. I’m not really sure why, but the sad songs really speak
Lyrical Logic 