Here’s a thing that I am becoming more evidentially aware of about myself:
I am no longer interested in people pleasing.
All of my “nice girl” and “good girl” tendencies are completely tucked away into a self sustained vault that I don’t need access to right now.
I am not interested in being what anybody wants me to be.
Not my role models, not my friends, not my partner or my mother or my family.
I am only interested in going into the deep well of life force that sustains and drives me as a wild, deep, thoughtful, other-worldly, timeless woman.
I am not interested in the facades that push away and suppress the inherent inner wild wolves, the old medicine woman, the hag, the witch, the magician, the alchemist, the voice raiser and change maker lying within me.
The parts that are not welcomed, shunned, shamed, taboo in modern culture.
I am only interested in genuine kindness when developed in a relationship or connection (with anybody of any relation type— partner, business, friendship, etc) that is ROOTED in depth, meaning and synergistic/ reciprocal energy exchanges.
I am not interested in shallow connections. In setting expectations upon others or harboring on my shoulders the unrealistic and unfair expectations that are projected or placed onto me.
That type of energy will immediately shatter and the universe tends to do deep magic and create bewildering and surprising plot twists when I am held to somebody else’s idea or standard, and vise versa.
Expecting instant reply and energy from me— in a world that glorifies instants— instant vehicles, instant food, instant money, instant certificates, instant coffee, instant gratification— is a type of unrealistic and shallow hustle I am not available for.
It feeds hyper aggression, hyper focus, hyper capitalistic “boss babe,” which I am not at all interested in or available for.
It feeds unhealthy and overstimulated nervous systems and adrenal glands, which I am not at all interested in or available for.
It feeds hungry ghosts, the driving force of beasts dressed in kittens clothing, and the whole narrative that we are supposed to constantly be ON in an incredibly unattractive and uninteresting shadow world of people pleasing that actually inspires and drives me to be consciously OFF.
I am watching myself set my internal settings to “off” every time I am simply uninterested and unavailable for feeding somebody’s story, narrative, emotions, need for instant reply, exchange, availability.
I am not available immediately.
It takes me massive amounts of thought and energy to do some of the most “normal” tasks that neurotypical adults never even think about.
Women like me— creative, intuitive, multifaceted in my process and functions— need ample time for restoration.
We need ample rest time, alone time, nurturance time and “off” time.
We need time to process, be human, figure things out without rushing and keeping up with the impossible demands and deadlines of the world.
I am a highly functioning, deep, sensitive woman.
Women like me need nooks of timelessness and boundlessness, and we need other women and close connections who get that.
And who can respect that.
Otherwise, we can’t connect at all.
And put on some damn pants, already!
@MissAdventurous your last quote… ty for taking care of me the other day. 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 you are the absolute best. Ever. Everyone was awesome. @pmvines @SunsetSnuggles @cde123 @SoftHairForDays @BoomerSpooner @ people I probably shouldn’t tag…but everyone knows who they are. 🤗🤗🤗🤗💕💕💕💕 @Briiyan know we just met but you’re so awesome. Hugs. Wanna tag the other C....but can't spell his username.
Late Edit: @BashfulLoner ty for letting me add you to the list. Hug.
“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose." TENNESSEE WILLIAMS
@MissAdventurous love your recent posts. Love “I’m not available immediately.” ❤️
@MissAdventurous Saw this one the other day. 100%
This one means so much I got an arrow tattoo to remind me
“Don't let others box you into their idea of what they think you should be. A confined identity is a miserable way to exist. Be you and live free. Trust that in living true to yourself, you will attract people that support and love you, just as you are.” — Jaeda DeWalt
[ Art • “Queen in the Fields at Dusk” by George C. Cotronis ]
Part of the problem with the word 'disabilities' is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can't feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren't able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities. ~Fred Rogers
I was told this about a week ago and it really hits home.
"Don't think of yourself as a piece of sh!t. Think of yourself as manure, You're there to help people around you grow"
“leaving is not enough; you must stay gone. train your heart like a dog. change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. you lucky, lucky girl. you have an apartment just your size. a bathtub full of tea. a heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. you had to have him. and you did. and now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. don’t lose too much weight. stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. and you are not stupid. you loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. heart like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas. heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.” Marty McConnell - Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell.
Frida Kahlo in 1939 © Bettmann/Getty Images.
“By all accounts, not much was said in the 1905 meeting between the 68-year-old, walrus-mustached financier J. Pierpont Morgan and the young woman who would become his personal librarian.
Still, the exchange would transform her life and his legacy. Sharp-eyed and sharp-witted Belle da Costa Greene worked alongside Junius Morgan in the library at Princeton University when her colleague brokered the introduction to his phenomenally wealthy uncle, who was looking for someone to bring order and authority to his haphazard collecting.
Greene was brilliant, hardworking, curious, and confident—but Junius also knew that his uncle’s eye for beauty extended to women. In later years there were rumors that the financier and his young librarian had been lovers; Belle reportedly told nosy inquirers, “We tried.”
(née Belle Marion Greener) was born in a predominantly Black neighborhood in Washington, D.C. in 1879. Her father, Richard Theodore Greener, was the first black graduate of Harvard (class of 1870) and went on to become the dean of Howard University’s law school. After her parents separated, Belle, her mother and her siblings (who were all light-skinned) decided to pass as White.
They changed their last name to Greene, and Belle swapped out ‘Marion’ for 'da Costa,' The family explained that their slightly darker complexion came from Portuguese ancestry. After Morgan's death in 1913, Belle continued her role as librarian, earning $10K per year ($295K today).
He also left her $50k in his will ($1.5M today). In 1924, she became the first director of the #morganlibrary and remained in the role until 1948. She died 2 years later, at age 70.
ℹ️ The Mysterious Woman Behind J.P. Morgan's Library; Joanna Scutts for TIME (2016) #womeninhistory #womeninspiringwomen
“Tequila!”
-The Champs.
"if I had influence with the good fairy ... I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life ." Rachel Carson
Edward Robert Hughes - Midsummer Eve, 1908.
@Jova114 Simply put but important in its scope.
@BoomerSpooner It's honestly something I struggle with daily. But I didn't want to hog the quote all to myself. You never know what someone is going through
I made this one.
@jova114 I love Arnold Palmers!