They say that when you’re happy you only hear the music and when you’re sad you hear the lyrics. What does it mean when you hear both?
That’s my life! Helpless romantic, stark realist and where do the two meet? Every second of every day and in my dreams. I create vivid worlds in my heart and mind and despite the difficulties I expect them to exist in the same plane! Tangible and emoted all at once, do you not want this too? A shakespeare play, within a mind fuck and an action thriller all at once? Romeo and Juliette meets inception meets Blade runner. I’ve written about discounting the fairy tales and while in the moment I agreed because I lost hope, but it’s been re-ignited. My fire isn’t bad, it isn’t something to be ashamed of and I deserve it, I want it. I want passion, sustainability and love, all at once and forever. Give me that or give me nothing and be sure you can give me that! I’m gaining the confidence needed to deny those temporary pleasures and the strength to hold out for the long term, I deserve it but more importantly my girls do!
Stability and assurance don’t come easily with romanticism, so does that have to die for me?
Do I teach my girls to follow their hearts or do I teach them to follow their minds? Or do I dare be brave enough to teach them BOTH!?
