There are moments when I write something and I think, ‘Yes! This!’. And moments when I read something and I think, ‘Yes! That!’. And there are moments when nothing comes, and I feel like a failure.
The highs and the lows and the expectations. These are the moments we must try to find peace with, and love ourselves more because of them
Don’t rush to feel what’s in your heart.
Don’t try to analyse it and decipher it or rush through it.
Just feel it.
I hope that I can leave you a little better than I found you.
It’s not ego, or the rescuer in me that hopes for this, because I do this for selfish reasons.
Whilst I’d love to write something profound on the eve of 2018, I find myself thinking, it’s just a date: an arbitrary measure of the passing of time which doesn’t really mean anything.
Not so profound… In my search for simplicity this year, I’ve realised that attachment to ritual is futile – it will not, in and of itself, save you. Firstly, you do not need saving, and secondly, rituals were only ever designed to provide us with portals, a focus for our intention and love to increase our own personal power.
Oh, that sweet feeling of freedom when she ducked out of her responsibilities; when she sabotaged herself so she didn’t have to bear the weight of others’ pain; when she wasn’t ready to hold someone’s hand whilst they cried, so instead she turned away, and pretended she didn’t see them.
And that freedom, that sense of relief, was so quickly refilled with guilt, and shame and failure: remorse at how she could be so callous with her own fellow human.