healing

Eye, aye, I

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I went to Starbucks to get my usual quad shot of espresso (blonde) over light ice in a venti cup with extra cinnamon caramel cream cold foam (all the way to the top). The sun kicked my healing eye’s ass the entire time. I’m learning that “healing” is not as instantaneous as I may want it to be.

Still, I can see out of an eye I previously couldn’t. It’s still blurry, but I have the full range of vision in my eye, and for that, I am truly grateful.

Happy Friday.

recognizing when you are not the problem

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I don’t think this person truly knows why they do what they do nor why they chose to act this way to me. I certainly can’t explain it, nor do I feel the need to. 

What I do know is that they are not a good person, no matter how much they try to pretend they are. There is no integrity to be had when your intentions come from a selfish and self-serving place. 

I was open. I was honest. I did more than post platitudes on social media and act as if they were a reflection of my lived experience. 

I am my lived experience each and every day, and I always own it — the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

it’s not you; it’s them