Choosing the Moments We Tuck Into Our Who

Where the Dust Still Glows is a story I am writing because I need to hear it and it surprises me sometimes when lines come out of me that are powerful. It’s almost as if I should listen to myself. LOL!

Wrapping my mind around this moment, I tucked it into my Who because it felt good and made me feel… right. I knew this was the Who I wanted to be.

We get so embroiled in how we got to where we are. Who hurt us. Who wronged us. What we had to survive. What we had to endure. We forget that we can choose.

Before I wrote that, this was something I had heard. I mean, I listen to Mel Robbins, too. And, of course, she’s not the only one. Many others have said similar things, but until that moment, it didn’t seem tangible. It seemed like something others could do that I could not. That others had figured out that I would not. I felt too small, too stupid, too… powerless. Now, granted, I have made huge strides into becoming the person I want to be, but, let just say, I did it the hardest way I could because I can only learn through my own actions.

Or, sometimes, through my characters.

But I still feel like sometimes the person I want to be and the person I am still has this huge, uncrossable chasm.

But then Lixiss said something so simple. “I tucked [this moment] into my Who because it felt good and me feel… right.”

It made me realize that becoming who I want to be, building those bridges over the chasm of my darkness or the parts I lack, really is as simple as choosing the moments I tuck into my Who.

That’s how I change my reactions.

That’s how I change how I receive.

That’s how I change how I perceive.

And… it’s worked. For the most part. I’m still in the dark rages of perimenopause and that fucking sucks! Blessed mother!

But when I’m not raging hormonal or sobbing in my cups or desperately just trying to drag my butt out of bed, I’m doing this and it’s helping. A lot.