I just saw this post titled: This is for the women who don't give a f*ck. And I think, yeah, I should be like that! But do I really want to be like that? Should I care what other people think of me? No! But should I care what other people think? I think it's great to be a warrior, but I also don't want to lose my compassion. I love my soft edges, the sappy part of me that cries at touching movies, or hell commercials. At the same time I want to be that Amazon woman that is so tough, she can handle anything. She armors up and wields her blade to protect her loved ones. I am that woman, I've learned through years of what can only be termed as neglect from those who should have been there for me that all I can do is protect myself....but I don't want to be that woman all the time. If I am so armored up, I will keep out the good too. I want to be open to the good that WILL come, to expose my soft underbelly and know that if someone does chose to stab at my vulnerabilities, I will survive...if not in this world, then in the next. I want my armor to be my faith, faith in my divine being, in my light.
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