private sanctuary: a place to disconnect and sink into your own thoughts. a place to be alone. usually a person's bedroom, but so many times even that spot of security was wrenched off the tips of my fingers. so for me, that safe haven is now under a bed in a guest room. within my sanctuary, I let myself open up, gently removing the bright light I had portrayed. I close my eyes, awaiting peace and imagination. I let these salty rivers break through the dam they were imprisoned by. I allow my mind to drain onto blank paper in a form of words. but a personal oasis is only a personal oasis until it is unearthed by another. as i write this, it is snatched away from me yet again and I become tagged as a "child" for hiding. but within me, I am a paradox. for my old soul is aching as it seeks its inner child-likeness. desperately, my being endeavors to discover a new realm to let its veil off, but fails every time. there is no escape. deep inside, i am more terrified that the words etched on paper will somehow become embedded into the hands of another and I'll lose my sanctuary for good. 💨✨
It takes experience to learn the art of setting boundaries, and with age comes wisdom. No matter what good you do, people are on their own journey. People make assumptions. People judge. People are hurting, so people hurt others.
I stopped caring what people think about me when I realized that most people don’t even think good things about themselves.
I stopped caring what people think about me when I realized the only opinion that matters about myself is my own.
I stopped caring what people think about me when I learned to love myself.
The more we are at peace with who we are, the more we can simply love.
Many people say, “I wish I had your confidence.” Honey, that’s a choice.
I’m telling you right now: you have to make that choice for yourself. When you get up in the morning, stop the negative talk that is on auto-play in your brain. Tell yourself you are only guaranteed this day, so you don’t have the time to waste doubting yourself or being preoccupied with what others think.
Love yourself through life, as you’d love a child through his or her lessons in life. Be a good friend to yourself. Surround yourself with wonderful people who love you for you (and whom you love in return for who they are). Life is too short for anything less💞💕💖✌🏼
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I took Slip of the Tongue (set in NYC) on a walk around the neighborhood today to celebrate hitting publish 2 years ago. I never get tired of this cover by @okaycreationssh, which says a lot 😍💜👌🏻
tell them you love them. you’ll be better for it.
a few months ago I asked myself what I’d regret if I died suddenly. so I thought, maybe I would have wanted to see more of the world, or spent more time chasing my dreams. but the only real thing I realized I’d regret was not telling the people I loved that I loved them. so I did. even the ones I knew wouldn’t love me back, or would find it weird for sending them an email. but I’d regret that the most, I think, not telling them I loved them. .
“Meeting Mr. Locheart”
Now tell me, who are you?”
He squinted, seeming more intoxicated than before.
Excuse me? I don’t understand.
“What makes you tick?”
My nails clink against his good scotch glass. Mediocre whiskey.
I don’t have an elevator pitch for my personality. You’ll have to get more creative than this.
Finally, the first time this evening I smile with teeth.
“So you’re a bitch.”
“Let’s be clear: I don’t care a lick about you and your husband. I only cared to get you in here so I could look at you up close.”
We’re clear on that. Now tell me; what are your children’s names? I heard you have daughters my age.
“You don’t seem worth the trouble. You ought to present yourself better; wear your hair down. But who knows, I still don’t know what you look like naked.”
Both thumbs press against watered down crystal. My nails could snap off.
Didn’t one of them graduate from A&M? Great school.
“You wouldn’t be shrugging me off if I were 30 years younger. Once your youth goes, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
I’m a second soprano if you want to get technical. Terrible at singing really, arguably tone deaf.
“You work all day with your hair pulled up like that? Don’t you work in an office? One of my companies could use an executive assistant.”
I would never, under any circumstances, make a good executive assistant.
If you so much as touched a strand of my hair I would’ve cut it all off myself.
It’s easy for you to acknowledge my beauty while insulting my appearance.
You claim my resistance to your terrible treatment as me being stuck up.
But we both know the reality is that, our differences are much more permanent than something as temporary as age.
The reality is that I’m better than you.
I don’t bother to conceal that I know this fact. I don’t mind that you’re threatened.
My mind is free to create and explore while yours is incarcerated in worldly obsessions and predatory pursuits.
I’m made of something pure. You could not even fathom it.
No matter how much you try to penetrate my mind and body, you will never get to experience a second of relief from yourself.
I rise to leave. His Scotch glass shatters.
I smile before I apologize.