Dancing in the colours of my mind.

Have you ever closed your eyes tight so you can watch the colours as they dance across your minds eye? As a child I used to love doing this, escape into a world of colour.

My imagination was my happy place, somewhere I could be part of a world I created, a world that made sense because this planet we call earth never really felt like home.

Once I remember reading a book about cuckoo birds and was sure like their eggs I have been born into the wrong nest.

It’s a strange feeling seeing yourself in the features of those around you but not feeling connected in your heart.

Was I strange, am I strange, I guess both statements are open to arguement.

What I’ve realised as a mother is that being related does not mean that you are alike. I have birthed four amazing beautiful girls and whilst values and love for each other is similar their personalities could be no further from different, one outgoing, another reserved, one loves to learn, another loves to do. Each so creative and beautifully unique in these own special way. I celebrate this about them, so what cannot I not celebrate this about myself?

For a long time I felt that I could only be true in my imagination, that here in the real world I would have to play a part, a character created for me not by me.

Yet as I’ve grown and got older I’m finally beginning to spend time allowing the me from my imagination enter the me from the real world.

I’ve realised that to live truthfully you have to be true to yourself. You are not being fair to others if you pretend to be what you think they wish you to be.

Falseness brings hollowness.

This time in isolation right now has been hard for me as I’m sure it has for many others. Not being able to hide means that your heart has to shine out.

I’m learning so much about myself and about others. Those that truly value your connection and those that dont. Do I fit a need or a want? Was I a use or a heart to hold?.

This isolation time has illuminated so many things I was trying to hide from. But as much as I love my imagination, hiding from the pain in the multitude of dancing colours is still hiding.

Like so many others I am desperate for the lockdown to come to an end. For the world to feel safe again. Yet I dont want the world, my world to return to normal. I want to understand more about myself, to truly know my own heart. I want celebrate the true connections that have held and to truly allow myself to live my imagination in my real life, a life full of beautiful dancing colour.

Only my own 

I’m so tired of opinions 

How people voice their own without thinking or consequence.

How others can know what’s right for you when in truth they have no idea of who you are.

Your truth is not theirs 

And their understanding is not yours to find.

I cannot live like this anymore.

Searching, struggling to find something in myself to please, to placate others.

Twisting and turning myself inside and out to be who they want me to be.

Nauseous from inadequacy.

Pained by failure. 

Why am I not enough?

Who do I allow to hold me to unattainable heights? 

Why do I allow others to drag me into the darkness of my lows. 

I’m sorry, 

Whilst I do value you and all you are.

I cannot allow your opinion of me be the basis of my souls definition.

My heart has to beat to its own drum.

My soul has its own chords to sing.

Whilst I do respect your opinion on so many things 

The only one on myself that truly matters is mine.

See it as vanity,

See it as ego,

I know it as survival.