Friday, February 3, 2017

The Process of Breathing

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dot. dot. dot.

I am ... supposed to tell you I'm fine.

I'm great.

I'm a survivor.  I'm a fighter.

... Folks - real - I'm not always okay.  I am filled with the resonance of doubt and a history that would boggle most.  I require myself to keep going.

To keep breathing and to not give up.

Simone - (psst)... you cannot give up.  You will strive for more.  Some days - or weeks - or months - or years - are less than favorable.

More so - I realize I live in a world lately that I can't be me... 100% Simone - and that is less than favorable... because, really, I'm quirky...  I'm ... a combination of trying hard and giving hard....

I'm tired.

This is not a work thing - because I have the faith of mountains of each person who crosses my path...

Dude... seriously.... with this faith... you should fly....

This is a combination of many paths... including my own.

But sometimes the closest edge is burned.

Sometimes the supernova is found to be burned out.

Sometimes.... you're simply yourself.   You're a Simone.  You're faulted.  You're favored.  You're fucked.  ( yes, I just typed that...)

The best points of my life are the aspects where I participated ... I must figure out the path that brings me back to me and this.

Breathe.

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