It’s the season of contraction. We go in. We let go.
The fragility. The strength. The ties that bind. The cords of connection. The cords we disconnect. Snipping away everything that came with the bindings. To find the freeing. To soothe the scars.What we hold onto. For years. What we let go of. Forever. What comes together. What falls apart. What it takes to stand on your own and know, but not really trust that soon there comes a point where every little thing we have gone through, we go through, gives way to something we never expected. And then it settles into our bones and stays there. It’s deep. It’s solid. It’s priceless.
Unapologetic realness.
Unapologetically living the imperfection of standing in your own truth. Owning it. All of it.
“She’s lost her mind,”some will say and roll their eyes.
But really, she found it.
She worked on her mind. It took a long time. She worked on her heart and her soul. It took a long time.
She worked.Unapologetically. Real.
“Who does she think she is?”,a lost and angry female will yell(while she is crying inside) and then beg everyone else to look at her, just look at who she thinks she is??
“Why aren’t you all looking at me?? “You should be looking at me”, the lost, angry female will yell(while she is crying inside). All the other lost, angry females, young and old alike will gather round and yell too. Some will be too afraid of who they are to use their own name, so they disappear even more.They will yell, and scream and rattle their cages, showing off their hate, shame and desperation.
Just to feel like they belong.
And she will smile and think to herself:
I know who I am. Maybe you will too one day.
Insults and accusations. Insults and accusations.
The fear and desperation from the others heats up, boils over and they burn themselves in the process.They choke on their own fear wishing they could know what it feels like to be real. To find the things that are on solid ground.
If only she would go away. Just go away.
But she stays. And she lives. And she laughs. And she loves. And she works on her mind. On her heart. On her soul.
Unapologetically.