Parts of me judge my other parts. Yes, I said it, and this is something I just figured out. This past week was a struggle of my head and my heart. They both wanted different things, and the stress from fighting it was tiring.
I am having a hard time with people who are not forthcoming with their words. If someone tells me something, I believe them at face value. Why is it that people share what they don’t mean aloud?
Does one cower under the pressure?
Does one start their life anew?
Do they even recognize their behaviour as deceit?
What is one to do when there is a discord between different versions of ourselves? When you say no outwardly and then feel guilt and shame for putting yourself first. I don’t have any recommendations as I am leaning into the process of learning, but for now, I bring focus to my hands, find a soft place to land, and don’t overfill my days until I feel as if I am going to implode.
I am working on a quilt of many colors.
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Written under an Aquarius/Pisces cusp sun and a Virgo moon feeling like I’m almost famous.
Reading:
No Bad Parts
Old Farmer’s Almanac
Re-reading East Wind Melts the Ice
Listening to:
Watching: