Last week was ROUGH. I had a really hard week. From poetry, friends and men.
But this last week I finally spoke up in my life.
I’ve always been a quite person, the silent observer you learned about in interpersonal class on working groups. I was a shy little kid and thanks to speech and debate, poetry and a few friends most people don’t believe me at all that I’m shy.
Yet I have barely spoken up when it comes to serious conversations in my life. I’ve always felt I could never articulate myself, especially after years of special education I’ve never treated my thoughts or my voice as something of intellectual significance. So I’ve remained rather silent. Until I found poetry, a place to write out all my thoughts out. Because I had time to think my ideas and thoughts over and put them down in a way for people to hear my voice. Which is funny because that’s what everyone really loved about my poetry, that you could hear this voice.
And thanks to writing poetry for a year now I notice I’m speaking up more and more in my life. But it’s really hard and very exhausting as well.
I was tested this week, not only with speaking up but with how much I love poetry.
I had a dream Saturday night, where there was a shit ton of cracking egg shells and some broken ones as well.
Decided to look it up because I was really worried what it could mean I’m going through mentally
Dream dictionary: To see cracked or broken eggs in your dream represent feelings of vulnerability or a fragile state in your life. Consider the phrase, walking on eggshells. Alternatively, you may be breaking out of your shell and being comfortable with who you are.
I thought that was pretty cool. I think it’s rather interesting how much dreams line up with your reality.
So here we go…more breaking out of my shell and a fragile state in my life.
Here’s to some big changes.