Quite Whimsical

I look at pictures of people I used to know
and wonder how it must feel
To trust that your life is gonna turn out just as planned.
To not rip apart every interaction,
To find out what isn’t being said.
To feel at ease in the quiet.
I wish I still believed in forever
Now I just fear goodbye.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2018/06/972/

This year has been one of the most challenging of my life. I walked into 2017 very unsure of the direction my life was going. I chose Clarity as my word of the year to better understand what was going on and what changes needed to be made. I spent most of the year struggling with grief and letting go, the summer was a bit of a reprieve but then at the end of this year another heartbreaking loss has come. Life is precious and we all forget to remember that as much as we should.

I’ve been pondering what my word should be for a month or so. In my quest to “let go” I have realized how difficult it is for me to be okay with making mistakes, how I don’t speak to myself as kindly as a I could and how often I place my validation in others. I came to the conclusion that self-love and acceptance are high up on my priority list– but in what way? I thought of TRUST as a possible word for the year (to trust that things will be okay) and RADICAL SELF LOVE but they didn’t quite hit the mark. Finally, I came to NOURISH.

The literal definitions couldn’t say it any better…

2.to cherish, foster, keep alive, etc.
3.to strengthen, build up, or promote

I have felt lost
for so long
that it may be home.
those fleeting moments
when i’ve heard i love you
or made grand plans
were nothing found
just delusions of security
echoing against
my broken corners.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/12/857/

in the oddest moments
i grieve.
i sage, i cry
i do every letting go ritual i can find.
and there is peace.
until i see his favorite coffee is on sale
and almost grab it.
or my dreams betray me,
and there he appears
to say all of the awful things
i fear about myself
are true.
when will i learn it is okay
to make mistakes?
love,
and people
change.
i am no longer the person who loved him.
i may miss her
but she’s gone.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/11/854/

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/10/851/

hands were held
and
promises made
with a naivety i thought i’d outgrown
long ago

in my haste
to make things bullet proof
i mistook his excitement
as love
instead of opportunity

he made his mistakes with me
through me
with not one drop
of loyalty

love cannot be tucked away
and protected
trying to find the right way
i discovered
it was all wrong

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/09/846/

if you want me
say it.
i will hold your hand
through anything
and
you know it.

i don’t have to be the one that got away.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/07/817/