Life

As Im writing this, I have pie dough chilling in the fridge, my husband and one fluff taking a nap on the sofa, the other one at my feet. Our home is calm and quiet, and relatively clean. The sun is bright and the snow is finally melting. I have earth and seeds waiting for me to plant them. The meal plan for the next two weeks has been made. Thanks to the generosity of Jeff's parents, we have found a wonderful place to live after we leave here, which might even turn into our own house. Jeff is enjoying his school and getting amazing marks, I was offered a permanent position in my daycare, and I love my kids. Life is just... good. So Im going to enjoy it. Now excuse me while I go make a couple of pies for family.

I refuse

I refuse to let others dictate to me how I should feel about myself.


I refuse to live in fear of rejection.


I refuse to sit and wait for he world to change for me.


I refuse to let my own personal laziness and procrastination get the best of me over and over again.


I refuse to let hate take over my heart and my soul.


I refuse to force others into the box that my consciousness has created in order for me to feel comfortable with myself and the world.


I refuse to become complacent and stop trying to always better myself in every aspect of my life.


I refuse to hesitate to be honest because of fear of conflict.


I refuse to think that I am a monster because of my facial hair problem, something I have done everything I can possibly do to fix, something that will most likely never get better.


I refuse to be scared to be myself.


I refuse to choose anything else than love.


I refuse to feed trash to my body, and then speak trash to my soul.


I refuse to let my dreams fade away because of hesitation, fear, or any negative association.


I refuse to refuse myself the healing that I need, and that I deserve.