On Narcissists, Social Currency and the Burgeoning Artist.
I used to love being around narcissists because as an artist I was an interminable observer. We were a good team. They would shine; I would describe what I saw.
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relationships
Coming out of the Closet as a Dreamer.
I don’t want to only come out of the closet about him. I want to come out of the closet about being a more evolved soul.
Keep Your Ships, I Choose Relation-Shapes.
I will not ship myself off, packaged and gift-ready for a man to unpack and explore. 'What’s inside her box?' will not apply here.
Reflections: We Are the Same, You and I.
We seemed so different on the outside. Different upbringings, lifestyles, religion, even different-colored skin. I used to look at my arm lying over your body in wonder of how different and beautiful it looked. Light against dark. But I think on the inside we always knew, we are the same, you and I.
The Story of My Tears.
Sometimes these tears hold the disappointment in the knowledge that you and I seem to want two completely different things when it comes to love.
The Day Fear Took You Hostage.
The moment your partner is taken hostage by Fear and asks for part of their love back, it’s over. Holding on to a smaller piece simply isn’t fair.
Finding Selfless Love: Turning a Missed Chance into a Choice.
Now that I have a choice, I want someone who will choose me back. I used to think I was searching for someone to have and to hold, but I know now I am searching for someone with practice in letting go.
Let Go of Your Checklist, Let Love Find You.
Tall doesn’t equate to trust. Charming doesn’t equate to honest. A good job doesn’t equate to a good life. All of these things sound great in theory, but I’ve learned that the more I know, the less I realize I actually know.
Wrangling with Our Shadow Side.
I’m holding in my body so much anger and humiliation, and I’m lashing out at the one who hurt me. There is a real confusion in my heart as to why we found ourselves in this place. I have lost confidence in who I am and my place in the world... My shadow side is the pure expression of my hurt, ...
My Vows If I Get Married Again.
It isn’t necessarily marriage itself, but rather the impossible expectations that are placed on marriage that so often make it fail.