Perhaps not the act that cause you become / be / do. But the after math of all of that.
The dawning.
Of.
Oh.
Shit.
Category: Woman To Woman (Page 4 of 27)
We simply. Cannot be.
Friends.
If you don’t go deep.
X
K
I used to be quiet. I used to cry every day that I had to attend kindergarten, probably for months. My dad sent the driver with a big ruler in the boot to ensure I wasn’t to come back home in the car, but to get out of the car instead.
I didn’t like parties or functions.
Then at some point, it dawned on me.
That perhaps, to be popular.
You needed to smile and laugh and socialise.
Perhaps to be loved among your peers and respected,
You needed to turn on the charm and dial out the right details.
Perhaps.
And so I did.
I got the popularity.
I got the 500+ on Facebook.
I got the “friends”.
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But I stopped being who I innately was.
I lost all that for this falsehood.
And truth is.
I don’t really want the 500. I just want the 5.
And the truth is.
I don’t want to pretend anymore.
I’d rather be me.
Private. Quiet.
But happy to be in the sun
With the right person.
Instead of the 100 wrong ones.
X
K
There could be 100 reasons why.
But try turning off the wifi and the data for a day.
And see if your brain feels better for it.
For the chance to breathe.
Pause.
A chance to
Un-think.
Stop-think.
X
K
V and I have been through some interesting marriage realisations lately.
So if you’re reading the posts and hoping we’re ok – we are.
We basically realised we were stuck in a loop.
He developed a superiority complex and I developed an inferiority complex.
Together, it was so complimentary, it was nuts.
Each was feeding off the other.
You really do get what you give out to the universe.
Till one day V was like, she’s too dependant on me.
And I was like, he’s too controlling.
And since then, we’ve been unravelling.
Loosening the bolts.
Readjusting the hinges.
Kind of finding our zen again.
We’re not quite there yet.
I need to hear my soul for me to get there.
So if you’re reading some posts that have you worried – just know, they were a month ago, we’re processing and all is well (mostly!). And you’ll find this journey marked in “The Sexes” category, in case you want to know how it’s all falling into place or out of place 🙂
X hugs,
K
When you doubt someone you love.Do the love the courtesy of clarifying the doubt.
Go forth.
Ask.
Put your doubt on the table and dress your courage with love.
Instead of fear.
X
K
If you are to dream, Don’t do it cautiously.
Or hesitantly.
Or steadily even.
Dream irrationally.
Ridiculously.
Wildly.
And with abandon.
Because that my friend,
Is how one ought to dream.
Somewhere deep down.
I’m a snob.
Not a money snob.
Maybe a taste snob.
A swag snob.
And I had my snobbery sliced and diced by a woman whom I deeply admire.
And it was so good for me.
It began with her respect for red toilet, where I smirked, she smiled with child-like enthusiasm.
And sometimes, that’s all you need to ground you a little.
Shake off the dust a little.
And love what you already have.
A little.
Xx
K
I woke up in the middle of the night. Wanting to write you a letter.
A long, long, long letter.
For all the things in the past.
As if to explain.
To apologise.
To flesh out.
But of course I didn’t.
I didn’t know if it was because I wanted to be closer to you.
To connect with you in some way.
Or if it was really simply to apologise.
And then today I heard.
You’d gone on and done yourself an upgrade.
A woman at your side.
The letter never left my mind, never made it to paper, never made it to you.
X
K
I think love isn’t romantic.
I think love is separate from romance.
The two can intertwine.
But gestures of love run deeper.
They are wide, deep, rivers gushing forth during the darkest of days.
It’s not the crisp-new-designer-white-shirt, or the bunch of flowers.
It’s not the song you croon to, or the trip to Seychelles.
It’s not the perfect house, or siring your child.
I’ve realised love.
Is the simple act, of doing something ordinary.
That will lighten your day.
In a moment when I may not necessarily want to.
It might be letting go in a fight, taking pause between you vs. me. Right vs. wrong.
It might be keeping my shit off the dining table because you love a clean surface.
Or it might be a cup of chai.
With freshly grated ginger and the effort it takes.
Because.
There is nothing under the sun,
That would actually give you more delight.
Than something, which may be harder than other things, especially on the coldest of mornings when I really don’t want to get out of bed.
But that something done with a choice.
That says.
I love you.
On your toughest days.
And mine too.
X
K
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