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Just tell your story

You can't give people what they want but you can give them something else. You can give them understanding - of yourself - there's truth and connection there and, as women, we need to be more honest with ourselves and our loves; everything depends on that.

If you want into my heart, here's the truth, I'm hard-wired to present perfect (whatever that is),  I'm mostly white-knuckling vulnerability and I wish I could promise my younger friends that it gets easier but I don't think it does, I think we just get quicker at catching ourselves as we head down the rabbit hole.

I wake up to the endless views and a deep peace that is my home - the other morning was no different; I went about my morning routine of busyness and energy and a million little feet welcoming me to the day. Everything on the surface made sense and was beautiful and perfect (whatever that means) and I don't ever forget to stop and be deeply grateful.

But once it was all done - the zoo fed, the chores done, the boxes ticked, the day ahead seemed endless and my energy way too little for anything more. So I went back to bed. I pulled the duvet over my head - my spare room is darker and easier to hide from the world in - apparently. 

If you want into my heart here's the truth... none of us have it figured out and anyone who says they do is lying and we shouldn't include them in our tribe. Because we all need a tribe - life is hard and lonely and we're mostly making it up as we go along but there is much love here too.

I can promise you this; if you are my friend I will always be your soft place to land. If I'm yours that you'll hold my hand even when I don't know I need it.

You can't give your people what they want but you can give them something else. You can give them understanding. Just tell your story. Tell them it all. They'll understand. You will be fine.

Rabbit holes are one thing, soft places to land are better.

 

 

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If you build it, they will come

"Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intention. Friendship is always an act of recognition. This metaphor of friendship can be grounded in the clay nature of the human body. When you find a person you love, an act of recognition brings you together. It is as if a million years of silence of nature broke, your lover's clay and your clay lay side by side. Then in the turning of the seasons, your one clay lay divided and separated. 

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A bedtime story
I don’t imagine my princesses in the same way others do, either kissing their husband and in marital perfection or the cynical version where they are drunk in the kitchen, living out their happily ever after in a haze of poor decisions. No, I think Cinderella becomes a fashion designer, stops smoking and takes back her name; ends up making money and being a spokesperson for abuse victims. Right now if Ella was alive she’d be laughing over a pumpkin-spice latte; her empire is the most body-inclusive in fashion
 
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A nod to the Universe

I don't know why life works out as it does. I have tremendous Faith and I think that helps but how we navigate the ups and downs is a purely personal journey. I think I've had a mid-life crisis; I think I'm coming out of it; everything looks very different.

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Wait for it ...
"You burn out and die when choices are made in haste and for reasons of comfort. You ruin your life by choosing the wrong people to sleep in your soul.
 
Why is there this incessant need for relationships to settle? And perfection? What fucking even is that? Why do we get so worked up with the idea of first becoming somebody's something rather than somebodies? 
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