No one ever becomes a master

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. -Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961), New York Journal, 1961 Shared wisdom My poet-…

No one ever becomes a master

We are all professional students. Learn to wear that hat with pride. Learning is never finished.

What I Learned This Week

Sometimes, the truth is so much worse than you think, but despite the sheer amount of pain that it causes can be the key to setting you free. What they say is true: Freedom isn’t free.

Living in silence is not living; it’s oppression and fear.

Reaching out to find an answer is better than not ever knowing. Knowledge is power, and I am powerful.

When things are hard, go to your girlfriends and talk some mad smack, and then work through it. It’s the unwritten Burn Book, and it is magical.

Stop looking allowing people from your past take away from the now. You can’t take it back, and you didn’t know.

You are so much stronger than you think.

Finally, the sun will keep shining, time will keep moving, and as long as I take the time to breathe, I’m going to be okay.

I am in exactly the right place at every moment.

Supine Flu

Supine Flu Do you struggle when the alarm goes off every morning? If you have a really hard time, you could have something called dysania. This means…

Supine Flu

I have been experiencing this off and on since the beginning of the Pandemic; my poor snooze button is worn out. Side note, I think it’s morbidly funny that “pandemic” is a new part of our daily vocab.

Some days it doesn’t even feel worth it to get out of bed, since at the end of the day, we’re not that far from it in the first place. I find myself working from bed more and more, and shortly after, sprawled out and probably napping.

I have a whole new respect for stay-at-home parents and people working from home before this bull shit begun. How do you do it?

What kind of things can I implement to make me get out of bed (and making it doesn’t help)?

Re-Introduction: I am…

I started this journey in 2019, and since then, I have had my heart and life shattered, I have quietly sorted out most of the pieces, put them back together, only to have my heart shattered again. Then, it felt as if the pieces had been stolen by The Pandemic.

This time, organizing the pieces will still be painful, but putting them back together will be simpler, because I know how to better organize and fit them into place, delicately and deliberately. I am in exactly the right place at every moment.

I am loved.

I am grateful.

I am wise.

I am fierce.

I am resilient.

I am empowered.

I am Enough.

I am a woman that owns my sexuality.

I am the daughter of domestic abuse.

I am a partner, and a soul mate, and a lover.

I am worthy of love and belonging.

I am a dreamer in a rigid world.

I am the woman your mother warned you about; the one that stands her ground, and the star peg in the round hole.

I am a lonely lotus.

The Woman in Black.

The Phoenix Risen.

And I am here to Fuck. Shit. Up.

Thank You For Your Patience

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you would have noticed a bunch of shit happening in the world. Covid has effected myself and so many others in a lot of ways.

For me personally, thankfully I have not gotten sick, or personally know someone who has gotten sick or passed away because of the virus. My mental health, however, is a different story.

It started deteriorating about a month into quarantine. There are some days that I just can’t get out of bed, other days, my OCD is so bad that I can’t think because of intrusive thoughts and anxiety.

I know I promised a piece on erectile dySfunction, and I am working on it, it’s taken me so much longer than I could have anticipated because of my mental health.

I just want to say a very warm thank you for all of your support and patience while I get shit under control. I am profoundly grateful for the community I am building and look forward to start posting again soon.

Stay safe, make good choices, or just don’t get caught making bad ones.