You know what I hate most, that moment you decide you are happy single and the universe is like ‘Aha, lets fudge with this b**ch now!’
For a long time, I had put the notion of love, companionship, the romp in the sack, in a box and buried it in the forest where I would one day go to spend the rest of my days with my dog and a chicken I would call Jimmy 😀
I was ready to put my flower out of commission and live the nun like life that would be quiet and contained. To some extent, I think I even craved it with the same intensity I once did with love.
Then the universe decided otherwise.
1a : an unpleasant often strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger
b (1) : an instance of this emotion
(2) : a state marked by this emotion
3: profound reverence and awe especially toward God
I find when you get too comfortable with life, fear kicks in.
It could be a fear that pops up to stop you from pursing your dreams because you have a family or it could be the fear that you won’t be the writer you were meant to be.
It could be that nagging feeling telling you something is amiss or a voice telling you they are all the same just keep it pushing.
Fear can be a fickle b**ch, but a b**ch I seem to fudge with.
I had played her sweet game many a time but unlike before where I saw it as a warning to run in the opposite direction, to settle, I take it now as a sign to jump in without any inhibitions.
So here we are now, me, done with love, and the universe saying ‘no you are not’ and while in friendships it is customary to be kind and let things slide, this time round I am grabbing the b**ch by her imaginary balls and replacing her in that box that lays where I may one day never call home, how about you?