confessions of problems and tutus

confession: some problems will resolve on their own if you step back and let time pass. other problems will monstrously enlarge the longer they go unaddressed. sometimes i incorrectly assess which tactic to utilize for which problem. i hoped that time would resolve an internal conflict that has yielded its worsening over several months. belatedly i communicated my internal conflicts to the one who is engaged in this situation with me. honest communication requires courage. please be courageous. please be more courageous sooner.

confession: when you let out the thing you’ve been holding in, more love, more joy, and more ease flow uninterrupted.

confession: he’s the only one allowed to tell me to shut up. i trust him to use that privilege and its power with proper discernment.

confession: sometimes i need to be told to shut up because the shit i’m saying on repeat isn’t gonna flip me out of its loop. and…in that case…please shut me up with a kiss.

confession: if i could love you more, i’d do it. i want to love you more. i’m trying to love you more by healing everything that trips me up, shuts me down, triggers my fear, repeats the past.

confession: forgiving you means i have to feel (and then gratefully release) all the pain i’ve been trying to outrun.

confession: because everything out of my mouth is a projection of my beliefs, values, perceptions, and perspective, i pay mindful attention to what i say to you and how i say it. i want to understand you. i want us to truly see, know, and understand each other. but sometimes we have to stop talking and spend more moments trusting the space filled with cuddling quiet love.

confession: i choose my clothes each day either to reflect the way i feel or to consciously change the way i feel. i feel best in a tutu and tank top. i plead, bargain with, and beg myself to never accept the limiting notion that a woman my age (whatever age plus one each year) shouldn’t wear a tutu. tutus equal fluffy happiness spinning in action in my world. please find whatever clothing reflects and amplifies your best feeling state. please wear that clothing as often as possible.

 

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About angel joy

love is an action verb. i live love in action.
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