It’s been an ugly week.
But I had the chance to do small check ins with people in my life that I haven’t spoken to in awhile — emphasis on “people in my life,” and that has made me feel a lot less lonely and a lot more hopeful. And when I leave these people, I leave them knowing that they’re still trusting their processes. You are all too strong.
My friends and I know when the universe goes wrong per se. This week, I was just not having any of it. The various planetary retrogradations on top of that lunar eclipse of a full moon? Hell no. Let me scandal that for you.
In addition, I was able to check in with a good friend that I have not spoken to in… ages I suppose, and being able to revisit our past in the most lighthearted of ways was unbelievable and all too silly. I am glad that we are still in each others lives. I appreciate him.
And now, a list of slow jams to help wind down your evening:
- Xscape - Who Can I Run To
- Brian McKnight - One Last Cry
- Tamia - Stranger In My House
- Aaliyah - At Best You Are Love
- Mariah Carey - My All
- Deborah Cox - Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here
Slowing down sounds like a good idea. Reflecting is great, but sometimes, it’s nice to just sway back and forth with whatever it is you’re going through — to occupy that limited space, and time, before the rest of your life continues.
It’s like falling. It’s too risky, risque even. You’ll catch yourself. I promise.
- 2 hours ago
Let Them Have It.
Their pathologies, their misplaced anger, their mommy/ daddy/ granny/ sibling/ significant other issues. Do not embrace that fucking shit as something for you to turn around, heal, transform, or deliver them from. They might bring it directly to you, wrapped in the prettiest of papers and bows . . . do not accept it. If they throw it through your front window one late night like a brick … walk the fuck away from it. You might panic at first. It may seem like you can’t get away from it. Think again, dearest. It does not belong to you.
Nobody’s saying you can’t help them as they figure it out. It’s not abnormal at all to have someone’s back while they untangle themselves. And there’s nothing wrong with cheering, or even lending a helping hand when you’re able to. Your job, though, is not to do the heavy lifting for that other person.
I know it sounds nice and noble: find this wounded bird, rehab this abandoned dog. They’ll learn what they want to when they are ready. They’ll employ it when they feel like it. That’s not dependent upon you. I promise it isn’t. If your life gets a highlight reel before you die, do you really think doing another grown person’s work for them will be included? If you think so, that’s fine. You can stop reading now, and I’ll let you go on about your fucking life.
But you, you who answered that question “no,” or “I don’t think so?” Think about what you carry that is not yours. Determine whether it can serve you. And act accordingly. There is no great reward for taking on their shit.
- 1 day ago
of all the things to have lost,
hope is surely
the one i miss the most
- 3 days ago
- 3 days ago
- 4 days ago
- 5 days ago
- 5 days ago