11/15/2025
As I lay in hot yoga class tears and sweat running down my face I think, this is not for you.
The make up I put on, isn’t not for you
The clothes I wear, they are not for you
The smile I shine, it’s not for you
The anger I scream, it’s not because of you
The frustration I share, is not something you can fix
The tears I shed are not for you, because of you or something that you can take away
This post is not for you. It’s for me as an outward expression of who I am and where I am. A tracking of emotion that feels more real when it’s out in the world rather than in my head.
I am an external processor and sometimes you may get caught up in the turmoil of my head and heart. But it’s not you. It’s me. It’s me trying to figure out where I end and you begin. It’s me figuring out what is mine and what is not mine to hold, carry and own. It’s me remembering that what I choose can be for me.
It’s a practice. I’m not perfect. And that’s okay.
I’m still figuring out what things I am doing for me and what am I doing for others. I’m learning/remembering what feels good to do for others and what doesn’t nourish my soul.
I’m still learning how to not do things for others before doing things for myself.
As parents we forget to put on our own air mask before trying to assist others. All the while trying to navigate this crazy flight called life.
What do you need? And whose need is it?
(FYI- this is not AI. This is me ❤️)
