Talking about conflict is… leaving me conflicted.
Day 7 is learning conflict... but I don't remember much of my fights...
An Internal Journal
Read MoreTalking about conflict is… leaving me conflicted.
Not sure if I’m going with the exercise or avoiding myself completely…
Day 6, and I also go on a detour. Is that... avoiding being with myself?
A one-woman show.
"Fleabag" happened, as well as Day 5's befriending anxiety exercise.
Bringing my energy back to me.
Day 3 took a while, writing late at night instead of sleeping. This is Day 4, during another sleepless night.
From love to identity.
I started talking about love, and I ended up talking about identity. Perhaps they're the same thing.
Already perfect. Already beautiful.
Day 2 of "Forty Days On Being A Seven" and it's time for nurturing, acceptance, love.
I go looking for home and I find… the world.
"Forty Days On Being A Seven": Day 1. What does it mean to be home with yourself?
I am ranting, apparently for something good.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.
How lucky i am.
I could be sad and resentful, but a change in perspective means I change how I feel, and what I do.
What really matters…
is what makes you/me happy, and the people we decide to care for.