She picked up the broken pieces and instead of making a vase, she made a world - a world where the silenced sing & the stuck reclaim their dance - a world for others whose lives now lay in ruins at their feet.
Resurrection starts with remembering who you were before the break.
I hate work.
Like, I HATE work.
Not necessarily my job. I hate the whole fking system of waking up at the same time, driving to the same place, doing the same shit for five days straight just to earn two days of “freedom” that I’m too exhausted to actually enjoy.
Saturday is spent recovering.
Sunday is spent thinking about Monday.
Then Monday comes, and we do the whole damn thing AGAIN.
I’m not lazy. I work. I show up. I handle my sh*t.
I just refuse to believe we were put on this earth to spend most of our lives waiting for the weekend.
@missbonniechung This is exactly why I stopped buying my mom gifts. All of it just ends up unused in the back of her closet. I bought her a $300 Michael kors bag for Mother’s Day one year and till today it’s still in the box 🥴
Your relationship with yourself cannot be built entirely around improvement. At some point, you have to become someone you are allowed to enjoy being. You get to be proud of who you are. Present tense.