Journaling: Week Three

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I wake, breathe, and am on the right side of the dirt. Progress. New world organised better, today doesn’t suck.

pivot

Today sucks, condition: grounded – no ability to fly. Distracted, a 531 follows, struggling, this must get better. Steady is good, but progress is better.

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Tuesday brings family drawn near, and we are together again. The house is filled with love.

pivot

Difficult conversations are had, as they are on Tuesdays, but catharsis is unexpectedly found. Shame may be a motherfucker, but it is a motherfucker I can name. Narcissus’ mirror holds but a reflection of its creator, and my flame burns brighter.

pivot

Family comes together in a different way, other pieces joining the circle. This is good, this is normal. I belong, and I am loved.

step

I pause for the future, make a connection, and become confident. Not about conversation’s outcome, but rather the knowledge that I did what I could with all that I am. What comes will come, and what will be will be. No woman knoweth the hour nor the date, but 12/5 is a benchmark to start looking.

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Thor’s day brings a return to the new world order, and it is good day. I am making a difference, and doing it my way. This is good. I can do this.

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On the fifth day, there is nervousness and anxiety. Jeans are exchanged for a little black dress, and the dress is exchanged for jeans and a sweater when the working day is done.

pivot

Stage lights are gonna blind ya, but the microphone is an old friend. I speak, my voice echoes and resonates, my words are heard and appreciated. Truly, I have come home to a most blessed place.

step

The new day dawns, and new fire adorns my crown. I am pleased, and I wear this new crown with pride. I can dig it, if you know what I mean.

pivot

Ouch. Chariots are restored in exchange for a lot of green. Twenty-five Franklins pass from my hands, my savings account screams, but my mobility is safely restored.

pivot

I say yes to a dress, and it is a glorious triumph of confidence over fashion. I win this round, conscious that I may not win the next.

step

Matters of the heart are attended to, the spirit is nourished and refreshed. Divine grace is revealed, and the words of my youth are refracted through a more appropriate lens. Inclusivity gives way to invitation, and we are all the better for it.

pivot

Relaxing, moving pictures bring connection with beloveds. We laugh, exclaim dismay and disbelief, and Damon Wayans does not disappoint. Onward to sleep, perchance to dream.

pivot

Hail the connections, those threads of the Divine that bind us to friends and family. There is no one true path, and we write our own truths upon our hearts and lives. Respect then the gathering of hearts and minds, share and share alike, rejoice in the connection. Rejoice in the grace, and rejoice in the moment. Breathe, none of us get out of here alive.

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