Reflection is changing
“I used to recognize myself. It’s funny how reflections change.” – James Bay
I like his song, Let it Go, but never really, truly, listened to the lyrics. Today I listened and this just stood out.
“I used to recognize myself. It’s funny how reflections change.” – James Bay
I like his song, Let it Go, but never really, truly, listened to the lyrics. Today I listened and this just stood out.
My head is trying to protect me for some reason. Maybe it’s jealous. Yes, that has to be it.
Friend•ship \ˈfren(d)-ˌship\ noun noun: friendship : the state of being friendsthey have a long-standing friendship 2: the quality or state of being friendly:friendlinessthe friendship shown him by his coworkers 3obsolete:aid That’s the dictionary definition of friendship. It is interesting that it is a noun though. Friendship takes work, energy, time and desire. It relies on both parties to participate, otherwise it will just fizzle […]
I saw this today on my Facebook feed and its timing is impeccable. Just yesterday, and many before, I have been accused of not opening up fully. Not really truly opening up and letting myself be vulnerable, weak, alive. Taking that risk of getting hurt and ultimately trusting the person on the receiving end. […]
It described what was completely missing from my personality. But damn if it didn’t also explain what made up my personality.
What I saw on Saturday, January 21, 2017 in Washington D.C. with my own eyes and ears, was pure brilliance. 500,000 women, men and children of all races, sexual orientations and color gathered in a march so large that for a while it didn’t move.
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via Daily Prompt: Irksome Monday mornings where you wake up smiling and recharged only to be deflated before noon due to events beyond your control that directly affect you. That my friends, is irksome.
My quiet mornings are now mine.
It’s not awesome, but it’s not horrible either. Nobody truly likes to close a chapter and be done.