I crave sunsets with you,
Early morning coffee dates,
Talking until three,
Laughing until we cry,
Holding your hand and being held,
If I have to weather a hundred storms,
I will do that by your side,
So we can have more moments in the sun.
I crave sunsets with you,
Early morning coffee dates,
Talking until three,
Laughing until we cry,
Holding your hand and being held,
If I have to weather a hundred storms,
I will do that by your side,
So we can have more moments in the sun.
Take a breath,
Stop clenching your jaw,
Roll your shoulders,
Have some tea,
Pick up a book,
Turn the noise off for a while,
Be still, be quiet
Rest from the chaos that’s clouding your mind.
Don’t you find it funny,
How a song or a picture,
Can tie you to a place?
Pin a memory in place,
So it doesn’t float away in the wind.
I have been known to be a perfectionist, mostly with words, but often with myself. I’m my own worst critic and biggest doubter. It’s taken it’s toll on how I view myself. I’d be the first to put myself down, to prioritise others over myself and my health; and I no longer see the boundary in learning to laugh at myself or beating myself up for my shortcomings. I tend to find humour as a way to list my faults so no one can beat me to the punch, and it’s often a way to encourage others to treat me differently. If that’s how I see myself, why shouldn’t others? It was always okay because it was a joke, or perhaps I was, but then one day I stopped laughing.
At times, I can overthink and stress about a situation before it’s happening. I know that often it’s worrying over nothing, but I can’t stop those thoughts creeping in. As I’ve been working on techniques to reduce stress and manage my anxiety better, there’s been a grounding method that I’ve been using to help manage my anxiety. Read More »
Part of my efforts this year, was to take a moment to reflect. I went from one thing to another, that at times, things tended to fly by in a blur. My efforts and progress weren’t really appreciated or celebrated. I wanted to take more time to do that this time around as well as continue moving forward. My plan to achieve this was to take a moment to think about what I need to work on. By doing this, it’ll create a more healthier perspective and environment for me so that I can stop and smell the flowers once in a while.
I, the moon to your Earth,
Our love like an orbit around each other,
You have seen me through my phases,
Without question, you continue to be by my side,
Whether I have been whole or only half,
Your love has kept me turning anew.
It has stood unwavering and constant,
Yet in return, I want your waters to flow,
My hope is that they runneth over you,
To bring you upon a new shore,
A land of adventures to hold dear,
One I hope we’ll see together,
You, the Earth to my moon,
How I love thee.
A bibliophile is the first recorded word, in print, to define a book lover and was published in 1824, according to the Oxford English Dictionary; it’s one of my favourite words and one that I cannot help but fall in love with as a bookworm myself, as books have taken me on so many adventures.
I never understood the concept of a ‘happy place’ before, mainly because there’s always more than one place that will hold happy memories for you. But lately I’ve come to understand where and why my happy place is what it is.