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Baby Bird

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I’m the baby bird that has always been hesitant to leave the nest.

The nest being my comfort zone.

In every situation I’ve ever faced,

I’ve stayed in my nest until I was a thousand percent sure.

Even with all the training and mental preparation,

there were times I still chose to play it safe.

I’m the baby bird that needs that security.

I’m not going to jump out of the nest hoping to fly.

I’m going to make sure that I can before I make the leap.

But in doing so…

I’m the baby bird that over stays her welcome.

I’m the baby bird that makes things more difficult for herself.

This baby bird is so over being afraid to leave the comfort of her own nest.

This not-so-baby-bird feels like a newly hatched chick,

cracking its way out of the egg and ready for whatever life has to offer.

Now this baby bird has a new mindset.

It’s a new beginning.

This baby bird has no choice but to fly –

And surprisingly, she’s eager to.

She needed things to be on her time,

and now she’s ready to explore beyond her nest.

Wish this baby bird luck, she finally decided it’s time –

Out of her comfort zone she goes, into the unknown.

Evolve Or Repeat

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They say those who don’t know their history are condemned to repeat it.

That is true for things outside of world history, we hate to admit it.

I saw an Instagram post that read, “Evolve or repeat.”

Not gonna lie, that hit home, and those 3 words cut deep.

Because that shit is true, I’ve experienced it first hand,

you have to learn the lesson before you can expand.

Some people are doomed to repeat the same fate

until they set their own record straight.

Evolve or repeat…

You can’t move on until it’s complete.

It’s one or the other, either do it again or make a change.

At times it can really feel like an unfair exchange.

How do you expect different results when things are being done the same?

And then to have it be an endless cycle is truly a fuckin’ shame.

Now, I know that change is definitely easier said than done.

I’ve had my fair share of scenarios where I had to look in the mirror and see what I’ve become.

So I’m not acting all high and mighty and trying to throw shade,

because I know first hand how this game is played.

You keep repeating because you have that glimmer of hope,

and then you continue and then you realize…. nope.

At what point does the cycle need to break?

Yes, don’t give up easily, but at what point is your sanity at stake?

Fuck this shit, get me out of this cycle, get me off this ride.

You’re becoming aware, and now you can say you’ve tried.

That’s the first step in what can feel like a never ending cycle –

see the pattern, and stop being so in denial.

You’ve been here before, you don’t want to repeat and dance this dance again.

In that case, you’ll be open to try something different then.

I want to evolve and learn the lesson I need to know,

for I know it is necessary for me if I really want to grow.

Peace

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Peace.

The cards say I’m seeking peace.

I was told that that’s the theme of my year.

Ironically, sometimes to reach peace,

you need to disturb it first.

Question the ordinary.

Ask the questions you sometimes don’t want answered.

Dive into parts of yourself that you’d rather avoid.

Ditch old ways that bring comfort, but also unsatisfied feelings.

Force yourself to follow through and stop disappointing yourself –

because you’re old enough to realize what you’re doing now.

Identify the healthy and unhealthy patterns.

It sounds like anything but peaceful.

It’s actually a lot of hard work.

Finding peace is meddling with the very things that you’re conflicted with.

It’s facing the things that wreck your peace head on.

Are you ready to face the truth?

Only then will you find peace.

There is a difference between true peace and just accepting your reality.

I want real peace.

Therefore, I have to wreck my peace first.

But it’s in my cards.

It’s what I want.

It’s what I will get.

Public Service Announcement

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This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,

that sometimes I need to write shit out just so I can hear myself.

Yup, I don’t write just for the consistent writing clout,

but more so to arrange my thoughts and mentally sort things out.

100 percent of the time these posts are dedicated to me,

they act as reminders because I know how hard headed I can be.

I often need reminders to practice what I preach,

because I give great advice, but for myself it can seem out of reach.

I post these posts and make them public for anyone’s eyes,

because deep down I want someone to relate and maybe realize…

Bitch, you’re not alone. You are valid in what you feel.

This game of life gets messy, and I only write about what’s real.

Most of the time that means my life, and I get cautious not to over-share,

people don’t need to know my every move, and that I am completely aware.

That was what had me weary – the fact that anyone could peep.

I didn’t want to give people the scoop on my life and encourage them to creep.

Sometimes I still get in those moods of shutting this shit down,

but without this outlet I know that I would mentally drown.

This is a public service announcement to my fucking self,

to stop bottling up my feelings and putting them on the shelf.

Bitch, that M.O. gets you nowhere, you should know this by now,

and remember you will only post what you are willing to allow.

This shit is dedicated to me,

and it always will be.

But if you resonate, then this is dedicated to US –

I’ll give you the words to your emotions that you feel you can’t discuss.

What Does Love Mean To Me?

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“What does love mean to you?”

That’s a question I was asked recently.

And to my surprise, I couldn’t answer decently.

Type, type, clitter, clatter, delete, delete.

I drew a blank, but didn’t want to search up “love” and cheat.

What does love mean to me? I was completely baffled…

The fact that I was at a lost for words left me kind of rattled.

For I am a writer, and let’s be real, all I do is rant.

But when faced with describing love, suddenly I can’t?

For me, love is hard to put in a one sentence description.

There’s a reason why people say love is a type of addiction.

The first thing that comes to mind, is that love is the feeling of being secure,

the type of love where you are more than 100% sure.

The kind of love that is there, yet unspoken.

The kind of people that make you feel whole, even when you’re broken.

Feeling love is one of the best feelings there is to feel,

the kind of love where you don’t have to question if it’s real.

Love is so hard for me to describe because I feel it in different ways,

it’s more like a feeling of your heart being set ablaze.

To love and be loved is really what it boils down to.

So when you ask if I have an answer to the original question, I guess, yes I do.

Love can be a person, a place, a feeling, a certain time in your life, and more…

But to me, love is indescribable, and that’s how I know I’ve felt it many different ways before.

Love is wanting those around you to be happy,

it brings out all the feels and yes, I’m getting sappy.

What does love mean to me?

It’s all the good feelings – the butterflies in your tummy and your heart feeling full all in one.

If you were thinking of certain people while reading this, then my friend, you have won.