Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on defeat.
I surrender.
I am defeated.
I am not me, I am walking around like a zombie.
I am just lost.
I am lost.
I admit deaft...
And I have to come out of my fog.
My sad comma.
My state of blue.
I have held this space, I have protected the blue, for a very long time.
I have to find out who I want to emerge as.
Do I want to continue to be an "all-in" girl?
Do I want to continue to love so openly, so full?
Do I want to continue to keep my heart so open or do I want to protect myself...even if just a little?
Do I want to continue to be small, quiet, reserved, and withdrawn?
Do I want to burst back open?
Regardless of my direction, the state of defeat, it has to end.
It has to come to an end.
