I love the women in my life
Okay, I will be honest, “women in my life” is vague.
I could be referring to women of my past, present, or future. Or, my mom, best friends, or sisters, classmates. To clarify, I’m talking about all of ‘em. The women I’ve laborious written long notes detailing every fear/aspiration and those to whom I’ve spent a single drunken night. One thing that THEY have in common:
They confuse me… constantly.
Because these women are indecisive, feeble, relenting, ever-changing YET true to themselves… what they are NOT is what I or others believe should be their essences…
THEY BECOME SHE BECOME HER
and that is where the confusion lies… how could she do that?? (I think)why won’t she just (I question)… I wish she would (I advise) she’s such a ________(insert incredible adjective) woman can’t she…
…………….but then to see her in action..
her as her..
smiling truthfully at her life as she manifests it…
….OR…
her as her…
crying truthfully at her life as she manifests it…
hers is hers
HER AS THEM
And that’s why I love them… because I’m blown away by their truths that extend waaaaay beyond my understanding




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