Recreating Me
Foibley
Defying artificiality
Weighing opposing matters
Kicking sycophancy in the pants
Recreating me
Revivification
Destination
development
They don’t serve champagne at pity parties. ~Girl Code: Unlocking the Secrets to Success, Sanity, and Happiness for the Female Entrepreneur by Cara Alwill
Give blemishes the pedestal. Place your afraid into bouts of pageantry. An exposé of legit authenticity. Allow me to mutate how it is to barge in the door disregarding its contents. Disturbing their contentment: the humans, the pets, the dishes, the laundry, everything suddenly thrown against the wilds of my mouth. An obstreperous energy. One that can be counted on to remove all of the oxygen from a room. Yet lends a fiercely dirty care of release. Besides, authorizing blather about mortals as a deflection from my mercurial infections. Put me in a routine where others actually worry about me, rather than me about them. While trying not to correct or scold me for doing things or choosing to do nothing, especially whatever your method is. Please just let me screw up (too). I’m craving eligibility for artfully firing my fears. To be real with illustrating all tones of emotions.
It’s always better if I ‘drive’, as I’ve got to own it myself rain or shine. However, the conscious prefers to control my exterior psychology. What shows versus what scrams. The latter itching for an entrance plan. I didn’t become a veteran ass-kisser to get ahead so much as stay alive. I ascribe its beginning as a result of the familiar parental architecture fracturing. A survivalist instinct that happened at a young formative age to counteract the idea of dismantled domesticity. Only now I’m decades tired of holding the diplomat patent. Deal me unto knowing readily splayed honesty from my toenails on through to every single one of the countless hairs atop my scalp. I wish I could rage along with you and still be welcome in the space of your presence, at your home, for stayovers, and vacays together. Instead, I’d savor the surprise if I’m ultra kind from each waking until the next slumber for the rest of my life.
Would anybody cheer me?
If I acted less like me ~Testing 1, 2, 3 by Barenaked Ladies
Can (how can) you help me? I think anger is a manner of how we learn to change. It’s such an exacting force. An expeditious course toward sympathetic shiftery. STOP yelling around me or at me and then expecting me to bounce out of silence accepting your smiles without a withered heart. Often I’m gonna have to take extra breaths away prior to returning my sight upon you as an inspiration. Sometimes I need to hug it out. But since many merely aren’t huggers, I’ll occasionally go to bed early to ‘booze’ happy pandas online lolling about before squeezing a second pillow tight all through the night. Plus, how about an approved NO. Oh, why shall we all not join the joy of using this word and skip being tossed aside! Vernacular that ought not produce exorbitant venom. It means simply what it is. Everyone deserves the antonymic premiums to “yes”. Ixnay to the declination support buffet.
I want to denounce most of my people-pleaser patents. I’ve been talking to my therapist about testing the waters of my inner veritas outwardly. It’s useful and admittedly awkward that I typically receive permission to deposit my difficult feels from a source beyond my individual senses. Fathoming that I will never be inferior for desiring all aspects. Anyone’s disagreement with me is a story they’re telling themselves. Tangible and not necessarily truthful. Isn’t that fascinating? How easily problems may present to offset what’s really bubbling underneath. Thus, watch who you feed to yourself. Gorging on junkies of fame, greed, injustice, and malpractice is kin to junk food daily. It’s gonna get you flatlining, or should I write fatlining, speedily. Absolute sincerity goes further than you might have considered. Flippery can be slippery. Although I do believe there’s a lot to be netted from candidly channeling all of our lickings to keep on ticking.
Guts fused with reluctance turn grit into grace every time.
