Ever had one of those weeks? Beat down, questioning all that you are, all that you have done and all that is yet to be?
last week was one of those weeks for me. Just coming off my grandfathers death, the memories of my mother’s passing, working on an emotional project and bam, caught completely off guard by someone’s words.
Ever since my biological father was sentenced to 17.5 years - I have come to have very few expectations of people, this is my protection, no expectations, no hurt, right!? Wrong.
I was reminded that perception is 9/10ths the rule. It doesn’t matter what the reality is, whatever someone’s perception is, is what is believed. A story seen through many people’s lenses - give a case for many different perceptions.
This realization, a reminder to myself, reminded me to be gentle with myself. I lock my emotions deep inside, I rarely let them see the light of day. Yet, this week was a week of pure raw emotions. Unlike anything I have released in a long time. Could it have been a myriad of things? Sure. Never really cried over my mom’s passing, my grandfather had just been buried, my new job challenges, my children growing up and the list goes on.
Yes, maybe it was many things, but the words put the icing on the cake.
Even with the deep hurt I feel, I still believe we belong to each other, everyone is doing the best they know how and there is no such thing as other people’s children.
I will do as I always do, pull up my boot straps and power through...remembering that I know who I am. I am proud of myself, right here, right now.
“Being quiet and hidden, is no longer an option.” -pennie
last week was one of those weeks for me. Just coming off my grandfathers death, the memories of my mother’s passing, working on an emotional project and bam, caught completely off guard by someone’s words.
Ever since my biological father was sentenced to 17.5 years - I have come to have very few expectations of people, this is my protection, no expectations, no hurt, right!? Wrong.
I was reminded that perception is 9/10ths the rule. It doesn’t matter what the reality is, whatever someone’s perception is, is what is believed. A story seen through many people’s lenses - give a case for many different perceptions.
This realization, a reminder to myself, reminded me to be gentle with myself. I lock my emotions deep inside, I rarely let them see the light of day. Yet, this week was a week of pure raw emotions. Unlike anything I have released in a long time. Could it have been a myriad of things? Sure. Never really cried over my mom’s passing, my grandfather had just been buried, my new job challenges, my children growing up and the list goes on.
Yes, maybe it was many things, but the words put the icing on the cake.
Even with the deep hurt I feel, I still believe we belong to each other, everyone is doing the best they know how and there is no such thing as other people’s children.
I will do as I always do, pull up my boot straps and power through...remembering that I know who I am. I am proud of myself, right here, right now.
“Being quiet and hidden, is no longer an option.” -pennie
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