Unfinished feelings
and unexplained
I realized just now that I traded a parent for a child
Becoming a new character/person every week or two fosters empathy in humanity
A young dream being realized in my forties is exactly what I needed
I may spend my entire life trying to learn the same lesson and that feels hard
“It’s never too late” is so cliche but so fucking true and important to experience for yourself
There are pieces of me left in many places and I yearn for some of them on a weekly basis. Others I’m grateful to have shed.
Beliefs about myself were sewn into my innermost being and I continually work with a seam-ripper while I cry from the pain. Little by little. I love myself enough to bust it all wide open and start fresh.
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