FEISTY MIND
Not only from books can a woman live; this is the intersection of my multiple layers.
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Duran Duran – Come Undone The song that opened the gates to more unprocessed childhood trauma. Eventually, one day in my life I will get to the bottom of it. I will process everything that happened and stop crying about it. But today is not that day, it seems. This lovely show from the 90s…
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What are you manifesting for this year? This year I am manifesting more friends. I want more people that I can be an absolute clown with. Finish this sentence: Love feels like… Love feels like peace. Connor Storrie for Tiffany and Co.
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We are not all the same. I am in love with a fictional character, and he is not real. For that reason, I can say or think a lot of unreasonable things about him. I can obsess, daydream, feel everything that character was built to make me feel. He was written for that, he was…
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I am living in a constant state of restlessness. Forcing myself to stand still while my entire body screams for action. Blaming the winter season, the heavy mood in the house, my father’s death anniversary and his birthday (he would have been 75 this year). Blaming the calm at work, the damn consistent routine I’ve…
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Trying to pour out sadness is sometimes a useless exercise. Like most things in life, the only way to get rid of it is to experience it. To let it be, until it stops being. However sadness is uncomfortable. For us and for the others. Others should have nothing to do with our sadness. Unfortunately,…
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Books, TV series, audiobooks—you name it. I’m in. I haven’t had an obsession like this since Robert Pattinson stepped out of that Volvo wearing Ray-Bans. And honestly? I’m enjoying it. I’m not even pretending I want to tame whatever feelings Ilya is stirring up in me. I wish I could say it was just lust.…
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For all the balance, routine, and positive, well-behaved vibes in my life, I carry an equal need for chaos and darkness. Some days I can avoid it. I can be the well-behaved woman I was taught to be.But other days—the days when boredom seeps into my bones—I cannot. On those days, I become the empress…
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Ask for the big, unreasonable things. The universe meets you at your level of audacity. No idea who wrote this, but it’s perfect.
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There were very little good intentions to begin with. Thank the Lord for that. And I am oddly grateful for my own oversight. Still, the feeling that I am never doing enough is always present. My overachiever millennial brain simply cannot accept, without extra coaching, that it’s fine to have a slow January. And this…
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Death is not a topic for the weak of heart. Those who have never held hands with it might find this post insensitive and cold. But I believe the others, the unblessed ones who one day had their souls ripped out by death, will understand me. There’s no way for death to ever feel fine.…
feisty mind 