Last week i asked someone if they wanted to have coffee with me because it was my birthday. I freaked out. I’m still freaking out over the response. I used this quote when i asked him. I’ve never done this before in my life. But then last night I saw this quote on my friend’s profile and I took it as confirmation. I’d done the right thing. It was wild and crazy but it’s better than living in the land of what-if. I’m in this space where I’d rather take a chance than live not knowing what could’ve been.
Happy birthday to me.
My sister found this in the archives of her tumblr. I remember writing it, and i think it was about the boy who left and came back. I hadn’t been able to rid myself of the emotional entanglement until about a year ago.
It was also about church and its frustrations. It was about me and my sisters and the constant fight to be part of a church ‘family’ that seemed to reject us and have no room for us.
I wanted to leave. and have a different life. Write a different story. Change the entire narrative.
This was birthed out of that.