BOOM!
Today is another breaking normal.
This is product I worked on. In a shelf. In a store.
Right now, and this may seem angry sounding, but it isn’t; in my head, these are sort of images- I’m thinking about:
the doctor who told me I would be in a wheelchair by the time I was 35. I’m now 43.
the same doctor who told me I’d never walk in high heels again.
These are my five inch heels that I wore to the movies last night.
I’m thinking about the ex who told me I couldn’t do anything for MB6. There is now product. On shelf. In a store.
I’m thinking about almost giving up on writing so many times. The overbearing criticism by a well-meaning relative, the acerbic and cutting remarks by my grandmother, the derogatory remarks again made by that ex. And I have two books in published print.
Yesterday, I ripped out the carpet in an entire room and I am getting it ready to become my quilting room. Once I had it all bagged, I knew there’s only two smallish pieces of nasty carpet left in the entire house.
I had someone do something amazing for me a week ago. After all the times I’ve been told I am unlovable or too difficult.
None of these are angry thoughts, the way they used to be. They aren’t ego thoughts.
These are pieces of my life breaking. Old hurts that are just MELTING away right now.
BREAK the normal and go BOOM!
You deserve it.