Over the past few years I’ve been redefining every aspect of my life.
Out of tragedies come blessings unseen and unexpected. Things that I could think up is nothing compared to what life, the universe and God could give me. I watch every aspect of my existence unfold like a pretty origami.
I whisper, it’s okay to be like water.
Form only to be formless again.
Give up the concrete.
All the little things add up.
Like leaving people and situations that no longer serve me. It’s amazing how much I kept due to systems, two-way arrangements and outlived convictions.
It’s crazy how much one single person can be a parasite plaguing your life because they made it all about themselves. Those people I had in my life who took up space and rarely asked, “How are you doing? How is your mood? Do you need help with anything? Is that person, place or thing serving you?”
I enjoy unfriending people I outgrew and who I no longer share the same thought patterns and commonality with. Particularly, the atheists.
I love creating boundaries with whomever I’m dealing with currently. I don’t think enough people do this. It’s very liberating, and time is short to deal with too many things that weigh the shoulders like anvils. For too long I lived with a heart and mind of steel. Always, tough, guarded and heavy when the soul needs to feel light to explore freely.
Ah, and to lighten the load further. I love throwing old clothes away that no longer suit my frame or non-gym mentality.
And would you believe me if I say, I learned many of my new self-care habits from observing my sweet cat. The way she grooms herself numerous times a day in meditation. The way she pulls on her nails when she knows they’re detaching because they stopped serving their purpose. The way she loves herself.
How many people do you know practice self-care?
Personally, I don’t know many. The people I know are too busy looking for instant gratifications, the next editor app to make themselves appear more beautiful than what they’re not while others are taking drugs trying to escape their own jails and hells.
In treating myself with more love, care and concern, it has allowed me to heal and move past some of my emotional, physical and mental trauma. It allows me to become hyper-aware when others, including situations are trying to disregard my care simply by trying to take advantage of me in some way.
I’m always surprised by others and how callous they are. Like how they don’t see the fine line between respect and disrespect, compliments as opposed to insults, caring versus being indifferent.
I wonder about politeness – and is it even real? Or is everyone just pretending to give something just so they can get something back in return?
These days I’ve learned how to speak and express more whereas before I would write everything down on paper and express myself through emails. There were times when people who’ve met me didn’t like me very much in the beginning because I was a mute. I was a very content mute because I love observing. Nowadays, I’ve found some satisfaction in communicating and volunteering random information with others.
I like that I bloomed in many ways. I used to think that being vulnerable and open was being weak. I guess, perhaps I was vulnerable and open with the wrong people. I realized that with my continual kindness and personal growth, I can be strong by being soft and gentle, too.