December 4, 2016

I’m posting this here because I don’t want to forget the person I want to be; or the people that choose to stand by me, along the way, as I find my better self in hard times.

How do tears know when they should only fall one at a time?

I posted this on my facebook back in November after an incident at work surprised me. Someone intentionally derailed a project to prove they had power over me.

The following is part of the conversation I had with a facebook friend the next day:

“Sometime when we can chat I’ll explain, but yesterday I just needed to let it be there—feel the ugliness of it so I can see past it to their hurt. Compassion is the beginning of all morality. So, I give it to me first – that way I don’t lie to myself about my own failures in any given situation. Today will be a better day.”

Superhero listened to me the day it happened when my heart was broken, then gave me time, knowing blue just isn’t my color. The music and gift remind me my friends and family paint me bright. 🙂

May my love be perfect even when I’m not and may those I love never say they didn’t know.