Gotta love Facebook. Being the night owl that I am, I procrastinate going to sleep by mindlessly scrolling down my ‘wall’. Then, after midnight a notification pops up – Lorelai, see your memories from the last few years! Don’t mind me if I will! Read more…
That empowering feeling when you’re no longer obliged to agree to ridiculous demands of the tyrant, who ruled you your whole life.
I’ve hid away from the words for so long. For months I kept them locked away behind the doors painted with flowers and butterflies. I could not dare to speak, for the words are the key to unleashing unimaginable horror, emotions so disempowering that they make me want to cease to exist.
Why, sadness, oh why can’t you just leave me alone? Let me be free for just a little breathable moment. Just to get myself together and be able to face you again.
I did not ask to become a Victim, nor did I cling to the idea of holding on to this role once it has been given to me. But it stayed with me nonetheless, hovering just beneath the surface of awareness.
Today is the day when my life is yet again placed on the scales of destiny. I am not afraid. I have put myself into the hands of the Universe, knowing that I know nothing, yet it is in the un-knowing where the wisdom lies.
It’s always cloudy here. Murky atmosphere reminds me of ‘Sleepy Hollow’. Sunshine is a rare and most welcome guest. When it does decide to grace us with its presence, everyone’s faces lighten up with a smile. People are nicer to each other, more friendly, more kind.
Last year was the hardest one I’ve had so far. And the most revealing. Despite lots of heartache, emotional and physical pain, I feel liberated. Scared shitless, but hopeful.
In the recent years I’ve noticed a huge rise in popularity when it comes to boosting self esteem, coaching for growth, motivational speakers and whatever gets you out of the rut and into being ‘positive’. I’ve also noticed is that positive thinking is just a temporary solution.
“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no […]