Blank Pages

There’s something so satisfying about new stationery.

The blank crisp pages are just waiting to be written on.

And we are the writers – in complete control of our own destiny.

If only you knew the journey it took to actually live by that.

I pick up my pen, excited to have the free will to write my own story.

For the first time ever, the lack of a step-by-step plan doesn’t scare me.

How liberating it is to know that life can be whatever I want it to be.

The new plan is to not force a plan.

It is written only because I decided to write it.

My Cup

I am responsible for filling my own cup.

That was a lesson I had to learn time and time again the hard way.

I used to question why I would feel so drained and exhausted,

not realizing that I was willingly filling the cups of others to the brim.

And in the end, I was always left without.

On the flipside, when my cup was half full,

I would expect to get that same outpour.

I would show receipts of why my cup was empty,

and though they were valid, I was unknowingly repeating the same vicious cycle.

How did I expect lasting happiness when the moment someone filled me up, I immediately filled another?

I was tired of constantly feeling depleted,

realizing that I was doing it to myself.

It’s okay to fill the cup of others, but don’t neglect your own.

You are responsible for filling and maintaining your own cup.

How can you pour into others when you are half full?

Always fill yourself up first.