Simply Being Heard

My biggest goal in life is to just make people happy. The reason why I chose to write or use my creative side is to be relatable, to make sure that to whoever is reading that everything is going to be okay. We all tend to bring this heavy weight on our shoulders to equate to perfection. Perfection is simply unachievable, well in my book. I haven’t written in awhile because I simply had no reason to. I didn’t feel the urge or the necessity, we all have those slumps in life I guess. 

I started a new job recently. I have large envy for people who can adapt all so quickly into situations or new realms easily. I adore meeting new people and attempting to get to know them but, I know in the back of my head that I am desperately just trying become friends with them. My awkward stage is strange it’s like I am a different human. I hate it, I suppose I feel like I can’t be myself scared to show my true self. 

Trust is a crazy thing. I have a tough time just letting myself fall. To allow myself just be out in the open letting it all hangout. Getting down with my bad self... well not my bad self you don’t necessarily want to meet my alter ego Lola. Well anyways, life can be so strange one day you just can’t do anything right and there is left to do is just cry. But, you know what, there has to be the moment when you pick yourself up. Just get back to work and look like ass but you know what? There is always more room to grow up. 

Don’t you just want to sit down with a fat ass bowl of lucky charms and just be? Flip on some sponge bob and be little again?

You know when you meet someone new and you’re nervous trying to feel them out and understand them. Some people come to your hip and get stuck to you, merciful. Others can be a struggle, a puzzle some might say. Well, I work in a company with over 100 employees all so wonderfully different. 

Struggling is always a beautiful thing however, when it’s something you hate doing it breaks your heart. Ultimately breaking you down. In all honesty I know that things happen for a reason. In this world of ours people go through things because the universe knows they can handle it. In a fucked up and crazy way. I like to avoid the sticky stuff but when it comes around and slaps you in the face it’s almost musky, like you can breathe anymore. 

I write to be relatable, I write to bring a smile to whom ever is reading, I write for those who want to be heard.