My mother’s voice rarely echos in my head. I connect more to my mother from just carrying out my own existence. However one thing I will never forget was her telling me that,“love is not control”. To me this felt applicable not just when connected with men but also myself. In this moment, I am exhausted. Nothing in me wanted to write today. I can’t control it, I can’t force it. And when there is nothing to say —say the truth. But when I made a promise to myself that this Journal is a daily discipline, I meant it. I promised myself the gift of consistency, so even if that means I get up here just to say I’m tired and I can’t today but I just wanted to check in— its all in service to myself.
Night y’all XOXO
-M
