This idea and realization that I keep fucking having over and over pushing me one way then another, and all with love and favor.
Start a new story.
And believe in it.
What I’m telling myself now. A battle beginning, today. Against SELF.
Self v SELF. Interpret the capitalization as you may. Keep sight up, look up.. the sky, that’s what you’re about to touch.
Nothing happening at work, so I sip the water. Meeting booked for next Tuesday with MSP buddy Phil. Forcing fruition in that meeting, one way or another.
And forcing positivity, especially when that’s not the initial nerve. Like now. But I have new tools, you know? New tools and ways of dealing with the negative inwardness. That’s not going to cut it. Realization atop realization this Wednesday, and it feels amazing.
Mental Health…. How to acquire, what is it, does it even have a definition… exploring it from all sides.
MyAtttiudeArchitectureProject – the book, or series of books. People and what they say isn’t allowed to curve my being and Equilibrium. That includes ME. When I hear myself getting negative, I self-inject with however many ml’s of shutthefukup needed.
12:54, still moving. Still defining the day and SELF in it. Happiness…. not a destination, but rhythm—one we self-educate to dance to, even when the music of life startles or skips, distorts, or plays too coyly to hear.
Some days, happiness feels like an permanent Beat, pulling into laughter, lightness, and ease. Other days, it’s a quiet rebellion, a conscious decision to choose peace over chaos, self-compassion over self-criticism. Protecting your peace isn’t about escaping the world or work or others—it addresses moving through it with intention, choosing what deserves your being and SELF-energy, and excommunicating what does not.
12:58, still here. Still learning that I am not my bad moments. Still embracing the quiet victories—the deep breaths, the boundaries honored, all the love around me, given and received. Because happiness your peace is not found, it’s CREATED.