personal-power
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There was an agreement once. Older than the people who signed it. Older than the beds they shared, the children they raised, the names carved into courthouse paper. No one remembers writing it. That was the clever part. It passed from hand to hand without ink, disguised as love. The masculine would provide. The feminine…
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People no longer cease to amaze me in the worst way possible. Maybe that sounds cynical. It probably is. But cynicism is merely optimism after it has been mugged in a dark alley enough times to recognize the footsteps behind it. There are very few people left who aren’t looking out for themselves first. I…
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By the time she found the old tattoo artist, the waiting list had become a legend. Some said he had retired years ago. Others swore he simply stopped accepting people who wanted decoration instead of direction. He never asked what someone wanted. He asked why. There was a difference. The walls around his chair were…
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I don’t normally wake up on an average Tuesday looking for trouble. Tuesday is usually reserved for coffee, ambition, and pretending emails don’t exist for another five minutes. But every once in a while… Pettluyah clocks in for her shift. She doesn’t work often. Only when absolutely necessary. Today she adjusted her sunglasses, smiled at…
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I’m okay when some people hate me. Matter of fact, hate me if you must. Please. I highly encourage it if that’s the best use of your energy. I don’t spend a whole lot of time trying to change minds that already built a home inside their own bitterness. If someone wakes up in the…
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People make choices in their own lives. That is the part everybody wants to dance around like accountability is some kind of haunted mirror they are scared to look into too long. But let’s be honest. You knew from the beginning something was off. That is why you watched me your whole life. Closely. People…
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There is a strange silence that happens when there is finally nothing left to bitch at. Not because life became perfect.Not because every problem vanished into some magical sunrise bullshit.But because one ordinary day you realize you are no longer emotionally available for your own suffering. You are not mad.Not sad.Not overly excited either. You…
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There is a very specific type of confidence it takes to burn a bridge…While still standing on it…With no backup plan…And a gas can labeled “my ego said it was fine.” These are the same people who dramatically exit your life like they’re starring in a season finale…Door slam.Speech prepared.Voice shaking like they just discovered…
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Right now…somewhere…someone I helped is sitting in a group chat like they’re on a TED Talk tour…telling people I’m a bad person. And I just know they’re dramatic about it too.Voice notes.Typos.Probably pacing. Meanwhile… I’m over here…refreshing flight deals like it’s a spiritual practice…waiting for the day I hear: “This is your pilot speaking…” Because…
