Bitter

Melon, Arugula, Thoughts.

With time I’ve become more accustomed to the bitter taste. I’ve started to like it. It’s disrupting and unexpected. A good alternative when you’re looking for something different on your palette. It never was something I enjoyed, I even avoided it. Alas.

I never thought that bitterness would be in my emotional catalog. I prided myself in my positivity and glowing joy. My gracious brush with sadness and disappointment sprinkled in for balance.

It’s occurred to me that spiritual bypassing was my love language, and I feared the worst would come of negative feelings. Instead those feelings imbed in your cells, your subconscious psyche and the way your energy permeates a room. They can’t be hidden as well as we think. Especially as they leak out our pores when the burden feels too much to bear.

Feel your damn feelings.

I’ve preached this for years. Now I’m living it. Feel your damn feelings. Let them breath. Let them dance. Let them stew. But keep daydreaming and taking steps. Don’t stop feeling your damn feelings.