I am more than what motherhood makes of me.
I am a good person — not a Saint. So swearing animatedly at that driver who beeped at me whilst cutting me up the other day, highlighted a good person behaving badly under duress. Still, try harder not to be so fucking triggered by humans sent to spike up my stress.
Being human is exhausting.
Rest and recover.
I will love again (Not him. Yeah we’re kinda cool now, but still have to keep my heart far, far away from his palms. It’s okay when a smile occasionally breaks out from the resentment written across my face when I’m looking his way, we have history steeped in shared memories of moments that took our breath away. But if it encourages him to advance into my space, just tell him straight — ‘that was not an open invitation for you to disturb my peace all over again’).
Get better — not bitter.
I’ve tried to beat my heart to death and wanted to throw it away — anytime I’m in my feelings over those savage heartbreaks. I need to be more gentle with my softest place and remember I was broken open in devastating ways, and healing is not time sensitive — it will come along in waves.
Fear is just the devil pecking at my wings.
I am accountable to myself and the Universe at the close of each day.
I am not a caged bird.
One day, I’ll fly away.
Being fearless is a myth.
Just do it scared.
Write. The. Book.
If I write it and they don’t read, I still wrote it anyway and that’s the kind of living that reaches beyond every turn of a page.
Being socially awkward — is not a curse.
‘Who wants to fit in anyway’ wallflowers deserve to be heard without the need for a mic and a spotlight.
I’m a quiet woman with a lot to say — if you touch my mind in a safe space.
He only wants me in between the sheets.
Evolve or repeat.
‘Loving you is like a song I replay, every three minutes and thirty seconds of everyday’
I am my own long, bittersweet symphony, I need to sing my own song.
Don’t believe the hype.
I am not asking for too much.
Keep riding solo until I meet one who speaks my love language from somewhere beyond this Earth and the tip of his tongue.
One with pretty brown eyes full of commitment and moonlight
that fill up my senses with chaos and delight.
One with hands that handle me with the care of feathery touches of love
from the top of my neck to the base of my spine.
Shit still ain’t fair.
But, be grateful I’m here.
It’s not too late.
I will die some other day.
Keep on walking and don’t look back — else I’ll be tying my own feet and tripping over the past.
Authors note: Quotes used are lyrics from songs (in order of appearance) Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran and Turn Your Lights Down Low (remix) by Bob Marley and Lauryn Hill.