Good Girl Gone

I am a

recovering good girl,

strong friend,

dedicated listener,

people pleaser

all the titles that come with putting others before me.

Since turning 50 I’ve started to shed some of those behaviors through therapy, my spiritual practice, God, and journaling. It’s still not easy to be okay with not being liked, not wanting to be responsible for everything and not wanting to problem solve. To be kind, nice and polite and all the other bs. To be able to create fictional worlds, characters and stories is a blessing. To explore my emotions and to imagine new futures for myself and others is amazing. To poke fun and challenge myself is part of this journey. To speak up for myself. To ignore. To let people think what they wanna think is some grown woman ish. I may not be rich but oh the gold I have uncovered. To the ones who roll their eyes, who chastise, who act like I don’t exist in the various creative spaces, who may cringe, and who really don’t know me can kick Stonehenge. Ge second hand embarrassed cuz that ain’t got shit to do with me. I”ve been fighting to get here , to reclaim wasted time spent worrying and tip toeing.

I’m using all my big words in big ways. Finally