Sometimes it actually feels good to cave. When you spend so much time telling yourself that you’re this productive & capable dynamite of a person and you just want to always say the right things, do the right things and be the right person, you’re setting yourself up for failure at the first sign of distress. It might not happen all at once, it could be a slow burn, but you will break down. That’s why you have to recognize your weaknesses.
One of my mad skills is helping people I love come to terms with reality. Though, I’m okay at giving criticism and not so great at taking it. I’m working on it & clearly the first step is acceptance. However, there are some harsh truths that even I am capable of accepting that I feel other people just can’t.
Slightly buzzed and ensconced in my mum’s parka, I hoisted myself onto the picnic table, my back straightening out against the cold wood. The living room light from inside our Airbnb was interfering, but I could already spot Venus.
After asking my parents to turn off the light, I could lie in (almost) silence and stare off. If it weren’t so cold, I could’ve fallen asleep there. When all you can see is the flickering light of stars either long gone or just born, nothing else matters.
My dad came out for a smoke and I was pulled from my reverie. I pet my dog, had a shower, and went to bed. But those 10 or 15 minutes can change the day.