I didn’t want to blog about this. I thought that after grabbing my fish burger and ice cream, I would head back home, take a shower and feel better.
But I didn’t feel better.
My tears are waiting for a trigger to storm down my cheeks. I know that’s not sexy. But I am a woman, and it is my prerogative to cry and feel vulnerable.
And today. I just need to do that.
I am vulnerable because I am upset about a lot of things.
I am upset because my kindness has been abused. I am upset because I am not able to be the best that I can in the situation that I am in. I am upset because I am not realising my dreams fast enough. I am upset because I am not travelling enough. I am upset because I know that running away will not solve the problem. And yet, running away is the only thing I know how to do best. I am upset because I am not where I am supposed to be. I am upset because I’ve got it all wrong about YOU.
I am upset because…
I don’t know what to do.
Except to be…vulnerable…
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