Why I write

I write because I love it, it’s like stirring the pot in me and in others, reading my post yesterday one would think it’s obvious part of what I was feeling was anger, shotgun blowing up men in the universe 😆 yet to me it wasn’t, I don’t suck at relationships, I was feeling my anger and today It feels so refreshing that I was able to feel it, express it, imploding it rather than exploding it in my writing and to people who love me would be better, but this is a great start. To love me is to love, accept and respect all aspects of this divine Goddess. For me to love all parts of myself is my journey, I love to be right, I think it’s a woman thing, I am learning to let that go, it seems it’s an aspect of the ego that I no longer wish to hold on to. And my pride to.

What was the sweetest was how people reached out to me privately and on the chat, usually it’s the women who reach out but since yesterday it’s also been the men who reached out, it deeply touched my heart, thank you 🙏 🌹 my shotgun for the men in the universe has now been replaced with respect, men may be from Mars but deep inside they have just as much love as us.

So today I started my day with exercise one hour on my cross trainer, I have chosen to take the middle path with food and exercise. It helps me to be more gentle with myself. My aim is an hour every day, which I did this morning but not to beat myself up if it doesn’t happen.