My Perimenopausal Script

June 10, 12:48 PM:

It’s always the darnedest of times when your creative sparks ricochet visions to swirl within your being as you get ready to go somewhere that you must get ready to go to. And the internal critic within saturates on this failure of not living up to the creative spark by not making an effort to document the internal eternal genius which would nourish its existence but instead be riddled with negative resistance and imagine all these various worlds existing in your head never to be penned. It’s madness to ignore our inner cravings, so why do we do it? How hard was it for me to pick up my writing utensils and use them?

Use them for everything it got and be everything I am as I allow for the flow of channel to flow through me and be kind enough to myself to acknowledge the significant progress I have made in my own realm of existence, rebuilding itself by putting in more effort without any resistance. To upkeep this maintenance, you got to be relentless in your own evolutionary pursuit to always continue through with persistence and blind faith because trust one day you shall absolutely see. And what you see is what you get through all of your own cause and effect that affects everything inside and out. What cycling course are we all really about? Awareness decreases doubt! I am mother, and she is being summoned back unto earth—I must go now. Till next time.

June 10, 10:07 PM:

After showering, reminded of this train of thought while in the shower that I am an overgrown adult child desiring her true mate. At this rate, there’s no debate while turning into an overgrown-sized potato!

Isn’t it ironic? Life’s little twists and turns often leave us both perplexed and amused. We yearn for connection, yet we grapple with our own shadows. Maybe it’s about embracing the journey, finding humor in our struggles, and wisdom in our stumbles. After all, the best stories are born from the messiest chapters.

MY MUSICAL PLAYLIST:
If You Leave – Orchestral Manoeuvres In the Dark