The rose is still on my windshield. It keeps me honest…and motivated.
Criticism’s unrelenting head presented itself because of my last post. Still, the new Fina, the one critics questioned (i.e. Would she worry about these things?), doesn’t care. Question away. My heart is in the right place.
In creating a ‘wish-list’ or ‘bucket-list’ or ‘check-list’ or ‘I wont fuck you if you don’t meet my standards-list’, some readers (friends) thought I was reverting back to the scared young adult, unsure of her confidence. That’s farce. It’s the opposite. Designed to keep me focused on ME and ignore distractions, my intentions weren’t seen clearly. I hope this provides clarity.
I’m wearing heels even though my feet are still blistered. I’m walking, no matter how painful it is. It takes more strength to acknowledge the heartbreak than it does to pretend to be unfazed by the decision to take this journey.
Somewhere between walking away and learning to live for me again, I have to mourn my losses. So I am. If you think that’s weakness, walk in my shoes.
It takes strength to say that you’re unhappy. It takes courage to admit fear. It takes coming to this realization to move forward.
I’m buying stock in Band-Aid.