#november reflections

[uwhe-arts]

november reflections . . . | uwhe-arts

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november melancholy … | uwhe-arts

[ademel1]

If November Could Speak...

If November could speak, I believe it would say one word to me: “Learn.”Because this month didn’t come quietly – it came full, stretching me in ways I didn’t expect, moving me from place to place, both physically and emotionally. November was my month of movement; not the frantic kind, but the purposeful kind. I moved toward growth, toward faith, toward community, toward people, toward God, and…

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[sad-girl-hourssss]

🐂 the full moon is giving stability

🐂 less thought & more action

🐂 self sufficiency is key

🐂 a wealthy mind is a healthy mind

🐂 one of one / one of a kind

🐂 energy never dies & energy never lies

[chaoticcurvy]

November Reflections:

Song on repeat: Saturn by SZA

Favorite breakfast: capuccino latte

Current read: La ciudad y la ciudad

Currently watching: Dune: The prophecy

Grateful for: being healthy, my family, my religion

Things I'm looking for in December: start working out, connecting more with my inner self

[former2001civicdriver]

i stand by what i said. i was right. i don’t regret anything. if i do, it’s only letting anyone ever tell me what to think or how to feel.

here’s what i’ve learned in the past 6 weeks:

- giving a shit about what anyone thinks does not make sense.

- I’m going to keep trying to ride this line between saying yes to things and not getting into situations that i know will be sketchy and turn out disastrously.

- honesty is such a game-changer.

- people are really fucking complicated and they do things for all kinds of reasons and they’re so much more and less than you assume them to be and that’s fine.

- the kind of guy I need right now is the kind that calls me out on my shit, and has stupid stories, and life experience, and makes me feel sexy, and teaches me shit i didn’t know, even if he’s temporary, even if he’s indecisive, especially if he’s flawed, & i’m lucky to hold that in my hands.

- it’s really, really hard to actually buckle down and get your shit done. there must be an attainable work ethic for someone as disastrously distracted as me. i haven’t found it yet. i’ll keep looking. 

- christmas lattes cure all ills. at least for a little. 

- no matter how much of a mess my head is, rubble can always be cleared if i have an hour outside with a cold fall breeze and a nice pen and a moleskine notebook.