Crusts on Tuesdays

Comparative living is a thief of confidence, killer of joy, destroyer of ideas, sabotaging finances, breeding and bleeding unhappiness, ripping apart identity and shredding authenticity. Comparative living is a slow killer. It wrecks the joy of parenting, it ruins the ease of natural beauty, it hinders ideas, binds creativity, it's all together not good. Close your eyes, look deep inside, how do you like your eggs? What things do you like all by yourself without the influence of anyone else? Who are you apart from a crowd? Separated, your colors are so loud, vibrant and beautiful, seen deeply all the way to your soul. There's nothing like you, You should be put on exhibit, to be studied, a muse. Incomplete but ever changing masterpiece that isn't a ruse. You are yourself, exactly who you choose. No, no one could ever measure up to be exactly you. One of a kind, built in layers, one at a time just like the notches in your spine, every single line and rhyme. The rhythm in whi...

Self acceptance is uncomfortable at first, I've gone through it in many different ways, because just when you think you're alright, you realize that you're actually not and there's more places that require your attention. I used to begrudge my emotions and dreamily romanticize the idea of not giving a f*ck, but the truth is that's just not who I am, not even a little bit, not at all.  I care entirely, emotionally invest fully, listen carefully, constantly observing and interpreting, I am so much, I'm not easy and I'm completely happy with being that. Over the years I've learned to control my mouth in the full blown feelings of my emotions, I've learned to speak less when I'm angry or hurt, but I choose to speak much more powerfully. I'd never give up my feelings, or feeling so deeply, I used to wish that away. I used to wish to be less "much", I thought I was too much and that my muchness would push people away and it did, and does ...