The further I step into my 40’s, the more I feel at peace with solitude. And I’m not sure if that’s healthy or a coping mechanism for disappointment.
Either way, I’m here now. And it feels like being outside of myself in another reality.
Eclectic Entrepreneur
The further I step into my 40’s, the more I feel at peace with solitude. And I’m not sure if that’s healthy or a coping mechanism for disappointment.
Either way, I’m here now. And it feels like being outside of myself in another reality.
It never occurred to me, that when I arrived at this point in my life, I would consider a career change. My thought was, why should I? I love what I do?
But what happens when what you love becomes taxing on your body?🤔
I have to rethink my whole exit plan now. And I wasn’t prepared for that this soon.
Such is life I suppose.
I was ready, expecting not to trust men for a while. But it’s the not being able to trust myself that’s got me blindsided.
I’ve never experienced this aspect before. It’s alarming.
I thought about something funny you said and smiled. Then chastised myself for smiling at the tormentor’s joke.
Now my heart feels betrayed for twenty-four hours.
Staring in the mirror, very slowly picking me apart…
Thanks Stevie Wonder.
I cry a lot. But not after 8am or before 11pm.
I bounce between wanting to forgive and love you, and ripping your trachea out so you can’t lie to me anymore.
What will make me feel better though?
The way you laughed, your smile… Even the way you ate, used to give me little moments of joy.
Now watching you choke as I feed you well packaged lies and poisonous pasta, warms my heart immensely.
After everything, this is where I ended up? A shell? A weaker version of my greatness? A teary eyed doe in the headlights of a truck that will not stop?
For what?
A touch? A left over smile that wasn’t meant for me to begin with? Crumbs?
Am I no better than crumbs? Than lies so easily whispered in the throws of passion? Than the consolation prize?
I see. And you will see too. But when you do, you will have no idea what you’re looking at. And then you will be me.
I should have just eaten the cake…
I miss you and we’re not even friends! Just two hearts bound by heartbreak. I wonder if you’re well.
I’m rooting for your happiness.
This is so weird.
How have your been?