My life is only worth what I deem it to be and I don’t need anybody else coming up with their own facts. I appreciate the time and space I find myself in the good, the bad and the ugly because it is going to help shape my son and his destiny. The more obstacles you learn to overcome and trouble that you face you can only come out stronger don’t you think?
I am tired of watching those get shunned for asking questions trying to understand the purpose and place that is their life. I am thankful for my voice and the opportunity to express it even if it only just resonates between one or two. I feel that deep inside of all of us we can be the voice of reason and change if only what we had to say stopped falling of deaf ears. We just need to find each other amongst the chaos so we can heal and live again.
Payphones were a real thing back in high school. You needed a quarter to call anyone and even more if you needed to call out of town. We weren’t up each others asses like we are now and maybe that is why we are less gracious when it comes to the big picture. With life at our fingertips it is easy to forget what brings us to life. I suppose it becomes easier when we are able to slow down and see it from another’s eyes.
The cold hearted snake in them shows little to no reaction as they gobble up their prey. They don’t recognize the cries are even feel the cold, salty tears. They are shielded by their arrogance that has sheltered them throughout the years. Why I continue to speak out is because there is no way I am the only one.
I am the one whose supposed best friend broke into my parents house at 19 with my ex bf the love of my life. Imagine my horror as my best friend and her new best friend were all snuggled up to my ex. More justification of my value, worthless to all and the brunt of most jokes. It felt like everybody around me was happy with friends and families and I had none.
Be the person you were born to be before they took away your smile. One minute you were living carefree an the next minute you were a bundle of nerves too scared to breathe or open your eyes.
I have spent so much time staring in I no longer recognize that I am not included. I have learned to be kind and gentle to myself because that is always needed. And I learned more than likely when you do the right thing and you are scared of sticking out that that is when you find yourself as the odd one out.
You can’t become anything more than you already are if you do nothing different than you have already done. You have to be prepared to live your life different and stand outside from the crowd no matter how ackward or for how long you stand outside alone. What do you do with something you value do you hold it close or do you keep it away?
The way some chose to dominant an experience like it is only theirs to be given. How they isolate and torture those they have decided to hate. They prevent them from making friends and connecting with their true soul. They are like vultures preying on the weakest and these people I blatantly ignore. I used to be a mean girl, then I grew up. I rarely look behind me unless it is to help another lift up.
There was no way after making it this long that I was going to have my story end as a single mother I never thought as I was working on my vision board at 36 that it was possible for it all to change.