People.

Real Talk here.

I’ve been struggling a bit lately. I didn’t think I’d still be dealing with the same $hit I was at 8 and 16 and 20.

But no, here I am … with the same old crap repeating.

For real. I feel like I’m the “Repeat” stereo setting for cds. You know those big clunky things people used to use to listen to music. You could even hit pause and skip around and have multiple radio stations programmed on FM.

I know. Fancy.

Anyway, People. What I’m getting at is this:

Your baggage is your baggage. I’m not sure if it ever really and truly ever goes away. You might think, like me, that it does.

You might think you just took some kick ass trip around the world and you are flying high on your perspective kite and feeling all sorts of accomplishment.

Till your plans touches down. You get home and some little thing sets you off and you realize : holy hell Mother of Joseph and Mary and all Holy peoples — I’m a god damn wreck. And you open up your carry – on suitcase only to see it’s full of crap you bought that you never even really wanted.

This whole baggage thing, People? It comes back around to Love. Doesn’t everything?

So right now : I’m trying to be gentle with my Self and Love me the best way I know how to.

And it’s freaking gd HARD, People. WHY?

At the end of the day — it’s me. It’s not The BF. It’s not FoH. It’s not Maman. Or anyone in my family. Or my friends.

Wherever you go, there you are.

I’m learning how to love me as me, in all stages and phases.