Staying true to myself has proven incredibly difficult these last few years. A precise, clear, very thought out future thrown out the window. A young girl left stranded in the deserted island that is herself. A story for another time.
Vulnerability is a funny thing, ya know? Putting my life on display like this. Not-like-me-at-all. Yet, here we are. Here we are. And, I figured, if I am going to be candid, well, I-am-going-to-be-candid. No holding back. Prepare yourself, my friends.
I never felt truly comfortable in having anyone read what I wrote. Self doubt seemed to always cloud my decision to be open. It was always personal, private, mine. However, it is a new year. Today I am throwing comfortable out the window. Good-bye, comfortable! Adios, Ciao, Tchau! No kiss good-bye, no farewell fiesta, simply good riddance.
A short story from yours truly, I hope you enjoy (and be nice, okay?).
xoxo
“A Momma for Gia”
She awoke, eyes still closed, mind unaware. The air was hot, stifling, where-was-she? Suddenly, it came to her. Pulse quickening, heart racing. She opened her eyes. He was gone. Entwined between her perfectly manicured fingers lay his tie. There was a noise at the door. What was that? Her sweet, sweet giggle. His favorite, her favorite,their favorite, sound. She arose, patted down her black, black dress and faced her reflection. Pale, numb, weak, she murmured, “Gia, momma is coming”.
Vulnerability is a funny thing, ya know? Putting my life on display like this. Not-like-me-at-all. Yet, here we are. Here we are. And, I figured, if I am going to be candid, well, I-am-going-to-be-candid. No holding back. Prepare yourself, my friends.
I never felt truly comfortable in having anyone read what I wrote. Self doubt seemed to always cloud my decision to be open. It was always personal, private, mine. However, it is a new year. Today I am throwing comfortable out the window. Good-bye, comfortable! Adios, Ciao, Tchau! No kiss good-bye, no farewell fiesta, simply good riddance.
A short story from yours truly, I hope you enjoy (and be nice, okay?).
xoxo
“A Momma for Gia”
She awoke, eyes still closed, mind unaware. The air was hot, stifling, where-was-she? Suddenly, it came to her. Pulse quickening, heart racing. She opened her eyes. He was gone. Entwined between her perfectly manicured fingers lay his tie. There was a noise at the door. What was that? Her sweet, sweet giggle. His favorite, her favorite,their favorite, sound. She arose, patted down her black, black dress and faced her reflection. Pale, numb, weak, she murmured, “Gia, momma is coming”.
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