I am concerned about having poems from so many different eras of my life… That statement made me feel old. I have grown a lot. My thinking is different, currently I examine my choices more meticulously. I’m not even sure I examined my actions when I was younger… A lot of my life choices were impulsive and passionate.
Reading all my poems last night, I realized I write a lot of fictional poems. I was reading them, thinking “Why did I write this? I didn’t have this experience.” I am going to be sitting with how I spend my energy. I’m debating if I want to include poems that were inspired by a certain energy or thought, rather than an actual life experience.
I am definitely going to be more mindful of what I say about myself to myself. To read all of the poems together last night… I had an opportunity to see what is running through my head. I could be gentler with my spirit. I could be more positive with my expectations… I carry a lot of hurt. I can forgive everyone but myself. I am hard on me…
Going forward I will acknowledge my light. I will acknowledge my power. I will have positive expectations. I accept the past, which I cannot change. I will trust myself, because I am making better choices every day I draw breath.