Woke up with a new attitude. A good one. Happy to feel grounded instead in a celestial state at all times.
Got up to call around for a reality job. Well that’s what I call a job that isn’t pursuing your God given talents. Or your DNA embedded talent for my non believing friends.
As I was walking I heard that wonderful ego voice in my head. Mine likes to talk sh*t about situations we can not control. Wondering why the things that would work perfectly for me will not work for another.
Even with full understanding of the differences between each other in general. I still want almost perfection of the meeting of the minds. The importance of being on the same page.
I sigh thinking about it. Let the breathing work of my lungs try to push out the feeling of longing. Waiting to feel better is a little overrated when the things you’ve attached to your happiness belong in the hands of someone else.
Today I’m going to make sure I know how beautiful I am. Head to toe. Voice and strength. Mind, body, and soul. I want to remind anyone reading how exactly beautiful that you are. Problems and all.
The days get better. The pain goes away if you’re ready for it to leave and tomorrow begins again.
C .L Cunningham