social media only shows our highlight reals and not our struggles. i made a vow to live my life in a manner that i can be proud of. i do not post what i hope gets the most views or likes or comments… i try to let the lightness and the dark have their soapbox. my life is not pretty. i work hard, i sleep little. too much coffee is consumed & maybe, lately, i am reading the news too often. i am scared. i bake cakes and cookies more than i make salads. i cry because i am frustrated & i do not understand how i have lost so much when i never really had much in the first place.
i am trying, though. i am listening to my heart more than my hyper-logic ( “being* hyper-logical (at least, in certain matters) could be sociopath.
*thinking* you are hyper-logical while really having emotions so big you cannot handle them and at the same time not being great at reading others and thus might react in a way others see as inappropriate is more autism spectrum.”). i am staying away from those that take more than they give.
i linger within the handwritten confines of kindness. i help without being in the spotlight. it makes me feel good.
and that is what we all want, right? just to feel something that does not hurt.
on the bright-side, i laughed a lot today. i would like more of that in my life. not that i feel the need to document that & post it somewhere. ✌🏾
i just did.
way to be a hypocrite, melinda.
way to go.
(photograph is missing)
photographed above is my spot. when i need to think, to contemplate my next series of events… i will wander out, in my dressing gown (sometimes) at 3am. i watch the trickle of traffic zoom by while gathering my troubles. i leave behind what ever was ailing me and head back down the street, up the bridge, around the corner and down the hill to my mustard coloured end-cap row house.
i feel like i am littering with what i leave behind