Now I am strong enough to carry the weight of priorities beyond me, I am thinking about others.
The oddest things are beginning to catch my attention once again, an inconsequential lyric, a new taste or a new shade in the sky. I am living in my own hyperreality.
I have always been 'aunty' in the first definition, but today I am also an 'aunt'.
At the outset, stress was a check against procrastination and a way to prevent yourself from producing shoddy work. Over the years, stress grew into a hungry blackhole that lived off my insecurities and weaknesses.
I see the whole world as a Realm of Possibility, without the false borders, a world within our worlds mostly in our heads.
I’ve seen these hills, they were the same when I first saw them and they are the same now.
A while has transpired between then and now.
We've become so comfortable in our own lack of safety having accepted danger as just a daily thing.
In small squares of sticky paper, we write notes to ourselves, it's a private conversation deemed irrelevant with time and isn't that our existence?
2019 is another Pandora's box we open tonight, so let's breathe easy before facing whatever's inside.