Fell asleep
Had random dream watching rehearsal of 4 whole cast-mates from various seasons rehearse, all in one big scene.
I started laughing. It’s a comedy.
Woke whilst laughing, hand over mouth, subtle, not loud-the laugh while waking.
(Potty)
Hits me: damn I’m arrogant.
Trying to amuse my mom ☺️👇🏽
I just worry…im going to be:
Hungry?
Want subway?!
I seriously keep craving it, again better than mcdonalds/wendy’s
Way better
But at what point do we go: ….. has a problem
It doesn't feel odd giving a pep talk to my mom; merely a reminder of what she and dad taught me.
She, too, feels weak sometimes and needs a reminder, just as we all do in life.
Some people take pleasure in causing pain, but time & truth hold a power far mightier than any word.
Ironically, the smallest notes or sentences can be just as comforting.
Oh Hormonal window, how you reveal my soft spots of my mind.
That deserves an Ice Cream later today 🍦
Could be my #adhd
I hate the idea of someone feeling unheard, and my brain doesn’t mean too.
Not many know that the smallest thing can remunerate for weeks to months if I feel I didn’t hear or misheard.
Feels like I’ve hurt the other. Thank fully biz partners and friends get.
I dont know why, but I keep coming back to:
Why does no one send letters or longish emails in courting anymore.
Yes, I used courting, its my day off and I can romantize the idea.
Could be me, nervous talking still at my age.
Less likely to miss something important.
Joked about the rooms and perks of being a dad, covered rooms.
Dropped me off, probably, but most importantly he would have quintessentially been Dad.
Supportive and fun.
I miss him, but to speak of him keeps him alive and loved.
On the down side, but love side too.
I wish my Dad was here, I wish he could have seen it, and taken part.
I’m carried in the knowledge of that man, I lost when I was freshly 19, but his smile.
He would have teased about car rental and driven off with mom while I worked.
I can’t truly describe the feeling to return to them what they gave me, not out of duty or guilt.
But out of love.
The love they gave me carried me through and now I can return it.
My brother who left the business himself was open and excited again when sending him updates.
I apologized, hormones…I was 🥺
But told him, please don’t think I’m bragging. I wish you were here and I want you to see and enjoy the fruits of your labour.
He smiled, I know.
I wouldn’t have gotten here, a step up, a hop forward, belief in myself if it hadn’t have been for you guys.
My goals when pulling myself out of that hole was to make sure those who reminded me where the surface was were taken care of. You took care of me, and now let me.
For last 5 yrs I’ve been working on myself, healing, hoping, believing, rebuilding.
Long hours: depressed, hyper-focussed, self-doubt…
Supported more than admission by my Mom and Brother. Listening to me pitch, tinker, cry, pep talk, remind me of myself in lost moments.
Yesterday, I called my brother and had a chat, then sat my mom down and had a chat.
I said: so you want transfer, cheque, or cash?
What?
I earned enough to pay you back.
Noo’s from them both. That’s nice I said, but which do you prefer.