Three times of year I get like this. Possessed with projects, very sad and extremely busy. Yes while I'm me year round, the 'me' in me is exponentially magnified during these times of year. I don't expect anyone, not one soul to really relate or understand innately why this is.
Why I'm sitting here with hot tears slowly running down my face is unreachable to you. The part that hurts the worst is that you really forget. Not you. Just everyone. It shows in actions, thoughts, and words. And well, maybe that is just my cross to bear. I bury that way down deep but when the scab is picked, only then it comes tumbling out.
It's ok because in the end, I'm good. It's all ok-and it is. This is just me. I'm ok with that.
-J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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