Quetzalcoatl

It feels like I've posted a few pieces recently that were rather heavy. Maybe that's the reason why it's Monday and I needed last week off from writing. I had nothing left in me to write. But it wasn't emptiness I felt, I was replete. Maybe I've made amends with a few demons and traumas from my past. Maybe I've passed a difficult time with my own self and become more content. Whatever has happened, I feel good.  I no longer spend time putting photos on social media. I don't have the energy. I can share a few with friends or family if I need to but I'd rather focus on reading than sharing moments that can be stilled in my phone and kept personal. It's also made me take photos less but of better quality. Anything to use my phone less.  I don't even have a thirst for wine. When I'd be having a hard day, I'd reach for wine - now, I'm listening to myself that maybe a cup of tea (loose leaf decaf Assam is a new favourite) would do. And it d...

Therapy. It seems like America is addicted to it yet over here, across the pond, we're allergic to tell people about our therapy. Mine, for now, seems to be this: writing. Once a week, on a Thursday morning. But today, it's Wednesday evening because I’m already thinking about this post and I have the urge to write it down. During a bad time in my life, where I wasn’t sure where life was headed, I met with a doctor therapist who would help me know which way to go. She told me how anxiety and excitement are close to each other with how our body deciphers it. Sometimes we don’t know one from the other. She also taught me that when in doubt, I should know that within me ‘I got this’. She helped me realise that I needed my inner me to be my pillar of strength and how I needed to have an underlying voice telling myself that I can get through anything. Self confidence. I don’t think we’re born with it. We make it happen. I forever grateful for meeting that woman.  We are nearing 4 wee...