#Redirection

[positivelypresent]

A closed door can be so many things! 🚪💫

[radarsmenagerie]

bj said NO🙅🏼‍♂️🤚🛑 to alan aldas foot fetish

[histhoughtslately]

In some cases (if not most), a loss is a course of redirection…

[tinababeh]

No Way to Relax When You Are on Fire

Lately, life feels heavier than it should—like I’ve been carrying far too much for too long, yet somehow, I remain upright. I move through my days collecting fragments of peace where I can: meaningful conversations, moments of quiet reflection, the grounding rhythm of walking, or immersing myself in team projects, financial ventures, and creative pursuits. But even these comforts feel distant, as if I’m skimming the surface of my own life, slipping in and out of a haze I can’t seem to clear.

I know I live a privileged and extravagant life, and I’m grateful for it. But even with all that, I’ve spent so much of myself taking care of others—shining like a steady light for everyone around me—while navigating my own dark sky. Even when my health is in jeopardy, I tend to give more to others than I give to myself. A week ago, I had a harsh reminder of this when I took my 14-year-old cat—who is battling cancer again—on the hour-long drive to the oncologist. I didn’t eat or care for myself properly, and when I got home, I collapsed forward and suffered a concussion. It was a wake-up call: I need to find balance and allow more love into my life. People like me—who have operated in survival mode for so long—aren’t used to being held. But that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Recently, I’ve noticed that I’m receiving more compliments on my thinner frame, which feels strange in ways I didn’t expect. I loved my curvier self just as much, and hearing loved ones tell me I should eat more or express concern while also praising how I look now creates an odd tension. At 5’4” and 124 pounds, I know I should feel fine, but their words linger—like beauty and worry wrapped together in a way that’s hard to separate. Lately, it’s been challenging to eat enough and care for myself, and my energy slips away faster than I can reclaim it.

And still, the spark inside me never dies—it never has. I’ve seen myself through too much to doubt that I’ll rise again. But why does asking for help feel like defeat? Why is it so hard to ask to be held, to let myself collapse willingly, and let someone else carry me for a while without apology?

There’s a rare beauty in surrender—a quiet, raw grace in setting down what weighs heavy on the soul, letting it rest in the open, and still rising, softer but whole.

A new connection I had high hopes for recently took more from me than I initially realized. This wasn’t just anyone—it was someone very powerful, someone with far more privilege than me. I let them in, believing they carried the same sincerity I offered, only to feel diminished and objectified when their true intentions started to surface. They saw parts of me, but only the parts that served their needs. What stings most is realizing they treated me like a trophy, something to be displayed rather than understood.

It was a sharp reminder that I can’t afford to keep people near me who drain my energy, treating me like an opportunity instead of a person. But just because I was hurt doesn’t mean I need to give up my openness or trust. If anything, it makes me want to open myself even more—to lean into the contrast and strive for deeper, more authentic connections. Reignite true flames.

They taught me a lot, and for that, I’m grateful. But knowing what I deserve means I couldn’t stomach being reduced to an object, no matter what privilege or power they hold.

And still, there’s something stirring within me. I called out into the universe, and I sense a quiet answer—soft, deliberate, familiar and arriving in its own time. As Carl Sagan said, “We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.” That thought stays with me: every triumph, every loss, every act of love—it all belongs to something greater. And within me lies a vast capacity to give to life and love in ways that truly matter.

Mediocrity has never been an option for me. That refusal to settle creates a void sometimes, but “the only way to make sense out of change,” as Alan Watts said, “is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” And that’s exactly what I intend to do.

It will be a quiet triumph—knowing that I pushed to live fully, pouring everything I had into life, love, and truth, until the emptiness became not a void to fill but a space for meaning to unfold.

Even with friends, plans, and a life that seems perfect at times, there are moments when all I crave is stillness—the kind found in unwritten words, unspoken thoughts, and the rare connection with someone who doesn’t just notice me but truly understands.

Technically, I do have so many people in my life who love me deeply, who are there for me in many intimate ways. But somehow, there’s still a void—a quiet ache I can’t quite name.

Luckily, my boss is the best, and I have tenure on my team. I was almost brought to tears today by how caring they are—especially coming from a Fortune 500 company team. He’s encouraged me to consider taking a mental break to focus on myself—a mental health vacation—and assured me that my place would be waiting when I return. He would even make sure I get my full pay during that time too which is just too kind. I’m seriously considering this for the month of November.

I’ve realized I haven’t allowed myself a true break in a very, very long time. Maybe this would be nice—a way to step back, rebalance, and recharge. This may be a way for me to accept the help and care I’ve always struggled with, so I can focus on myself again. It makes me strangely uncomfortable to be given such a gift, but maybe that’s exactly why I need it.

But first things first, I’m rallying tonight for the Charli XCX concert with my best friend and celebrating his birthday tomorrow—funny enough, the same birthday my dad had.

Perhaps the only way forward is to trust the soft spaces in life, to surrender to them, and let the universe hold what I no longer can. And when I return—rested, whole, and ready—I’ll know that I carried myself through not by force, but by learning how to let go.

[random-xpressions]

Is there even a message that my existence is shrieking out to the universe? Yes, in hundreds and thousands. But is it that I would wag my tongue, and are my words to just reach your ears? Nay, never. My every single heart beat carries my essence and for those who need the medium of sound to hear them will have missed my essence. I believe that mankind is capable of something more than the languages we have invented. I believe that our hearts can still stay connected beyond the shallow veil of words. I believe that a drop of tear from your eyes or a curve of your lips in smile has a greater effect in communication than the most eloquent of speeches. A revival is imminent. Be a part of this silent revolution of the hearts. Remember, you are the soul, everything else is just a facade. Shun the excesses, the unwanted. Get to the essentials, to the essence...

Random Xpressions

[serenityquest]

[ladymacabrebeth]

detours exist to redirect you perhaps to where you're meant to be

lady macabre beth

[delululululusworld]

If you experienced limerence = you have goals that you need to redirect that energy towards.

[journey-to-balance]

This morning,

start the meaningful practice

of looking in the mirror, and loving what you see.

Believe in what you see.

If you can't love it, then respect it,

if you can't respect it, then encourage it,

if you can't encourage it, empower it, and

if your can't empower it,

please be kind to it.

April is National Poetry Month, 30 days of celebrating the joy, expressiveness, and pure delight of poetry.

[1xtral1983]

I want to be hopelessly in love again with a man I can trust with my everything; my mind, my body and soul. But in order to do that I had to cut some ties with people I thought loved me but come to find out they were pretending for various reasons. Being a lover girl is hard, because our mental health is also attributed to being loved. It’s been hard, it’s taken a toll on my mental health and right now the sadness of changing myself has been hard. I don’t see it being worth it right now but it may further down the line.

[littlebitarue]

October 6, 2024

I’m still adjusting to this grad school and unemployment life. It’s been a month and a half now I should have adjusted by now. You’d think that right? Still haven’t adjusted. Feeling very lost and confused right now but I’m learning and growing and hopefully things start to lighten up soon.

[starseneyes]

This is a story about a crayon...

** Post originally written 5 years ago on my Facebook, when my twins were 5 and daughter was 2**

This morning, my eldest was standing by the front door leading into his school. I was trying to manage all three kids and input the door code.

Before I could finish, the opposite door swung open. My boy was standing in just the wrong place and took a handle to the face… to his eye, specifically.

The office grabbed him an ice pack, and while one of them helped him get it in place, I dropped off the other two children. I came back to my eldest, helped him with the ice pack and held him.

We went together to his classroom, dropped off his backpack, and I took a closer look at his eye. There was a small cut just above it.

My poor boy started crying more, saying he didn’t want to stay at school, but wanted to be with me. It broke my heart, but I knew he needed to stay at school so I could work, and that he wasn’t injured that badly.

I walked him to the big room with the others, and he just wanted to cling to me, not play with his friends. That was when I zipped open my purse and reached into my smallest compartment. There I keep my emergency crayons.

Yes, I have emergency crayons. I’m a mom! But, today the crayon became more than a writing device. It became a mission.

I pulled out this blue crayon, handed it to my kid, and asked him if he could guard it since it was my favorite. He asked if he could draw with it, and when I said yes, his teacher reached quickly for a piece of paper.

I dashed out before he looked up, and he had a great day. When I went to pick him up, he immediately pulled the crayon from his backpack where he had stored it. He was so proud. He smiled so widely.

This tiny crayon changed the course of a child’s day, and that is amazing to me. One little blue crayon. Wow.

[sunnshinneee]

Not rejection, redirection.

[random-xpressions]

Refusals and rejections are needed to kill your pride. Universe has its own ways to mend you...

Random Xpressions

[sweetkakashihatake47]

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[paigeypaige19]

“There is no rejection, there is only redirection.”― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library