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i've been feeling a lot like Mr. Krabs but i think its time for my revival!
While life's pleasures swirl around me, i feel like a bored barnacle head. Even in the moments excitement breaks through, it's like wind dispersing a dandelion.
The good never feels good enough. the mouse wants milk with her cookies. give me an inch, i'll ask for a mountain. You know how it goes....
but i also want my joy back. I want to feel good without having a reason again and I'm remembering it starts with choosing joy when it seems there is no reason.
I've been holding my excitement for when something big happens. Believing i'll feel better, or maybe i only deserve to feel better, after the breakthrough
but the breakthrough doesn't happen until i choose to allow life to feel good (even the parts that feel small and boring compared to other peoples life's with seemingly bigger wins bc it feels like they're living a life i'm still daydreaming of)
Nothing feels good enough because I've set the bar at an impossible height to jump over right now.
i'm not there yet and that's ok!
it's okay to lower the bar to make happiness accessible now!
That doesn't mean settling. The bar can be raised later, even a little at a time!
So that's what i'm doing. I'm lowering the bar for what makes my life feel good so i can practice what it even feels like to feel good for more than the moment something exciting is happening.
The more i practice that feeling the more good things i pull towards me and the bar will raise itself
I wish I could make time stop
go back to every moment
hold it just a little longer
take more pictures, give more love
I feel parts of myself softening through the heartbreak that I'm not ready for yet because I still want to bang on your chest until you wake up
I can hear your laugh, so distinct
the way it filled every room
now it's just an echo of all the love you left behind
And I know if you could speak, you'd say something nonchalant like everything's fine
you'd make us laugh about your death yet it wouldn't feel callous because your timing was always right
except the day you were ripped from the fabric of our lives
we'll spend forever sewing it back together but I don't think anything will ever be the same
On the day you died, I asked you to show me when you're around through Star Wars
2 days later a friend told me she had watched the series for the first time. She repeated a quote that changed her outlook on life:
"difficult to see. Always in motion is the future"
I know what you'd want more than anything is for us to keep living. to not let the emptiness stop us from laughing. to not wish for what we didn't do and couldn't prevent, but to be present in your absence with the love that is still here
My wish for everyone who reads this is two things:
To find the funny in everything the way Chris did and to live without hesitation in a way that Chris never mastered in this lifetime.
So much untapped potential left the world when he did, I will honor him by shamelessly exploring mine โค๏ธ
shattered past reflects on glass
sirens blaring
red-lights-herring
refractions distracting
with shiny pretty beams
convinced the path is illuminated
while your feet bleed
walking over it
wishing it happened differently
softer, kinder
the kind of cracks you could glue back
well, you can't
accept the suns reflection on shards as enough
beauty is love is pain is blood
collect cracked crystals like trophies in your feet
wear them as the preamble to who you're supposed to be
no one ever told you the fractures aren't yours to keep
when the past breaks fractals reflect
what wasn't supposed to be
the tower has finally fallen
lightning strikes cracked the caulking
tiny fractures whispered it wouldn't last
i know kingdoms aren't built on glass.
this time in the chaos
while the truth was breaking through dawn
i danced like it was a seance
for all the good things calling me home
and in the midst of madness
while my heart was breaking free
i danced like it was kismet
good things coming to me
i know the sun comes out eventually.
still -
it felt like agony crushing me whole
it's hard to dance with the devil on your back
tethered to the old
my tempered soul kept grooving towards the light
I finally feel the sunshine in my eyes
London Leftovers....
here's a little list of things i noticed across the pond
- no seats at the bar
- toiletries and grocery prices CHEAP
- you can walk on the street with a beer
- all the cars are small
- everyone wears sneakers to work
- not a lot of big dogs
- sooooo many theaters
- each area has its own vibe
- the sun seems to always peak out around 5 or 6pm
