Don't dream it's over
"just because it's better doesn't mean it's good" stopped me in my tracks. I love your writing and being along for your journey. Cheers to new adventures in the year ahead!
I just love your writing so much. And this one is especially spectacular. Here’s to 54 (my 54th birthday was a few weeks before yours). Wishing you truth and beauty in the year ahead.
“It’s taken time for me to realize that just because something is better than it was before, doesn’t mean it’s good.”
This statement hit home for me, the most.
I cannot count the number of times I marriage was saved by better even when it was rarely ever good. Usually it was a vacation or my ex getting whatever the current magical possession was that was going to fix everything that was wrong in his life and make him eternally happy.
It wasn’t until after I left that I realized it never really was good We never really were compatible. Society’s definition of the things I needed to accomplish by a certain age pushed me into a relationship. That was never really right; it was good enough, but not good
In a couple of weeks, I will be 57, and I agree with you life is not over. Life is passionate, free, and can be a confident walk if we allow it. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still uncomfortable shit that goes down but overall it’s a good life.
Thank you for your honesty and thank you for being real when you write. I appreciate you.
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 to YOU for pushing through to the other side and arriving at the fulfilled desires part. YAY to THAT. Keep going. And I will keep reading and cheering you on.
YES to all of this. Thank you for sharing so much here. It has all resonated so much with me. <3
I love this.
This resonates so much with me. I think we may be living parallel lives. Much love and happy belated birthday to you.
Belated Tanti Auguri! (I'm an October birthday too) There is so much to love here. I too have been defeated and heartbroken over the publishing machine/process. I am about to leave a city and life and friends and start over in a brand new place (albeit with the same man I have been kissing for 30 years) Though it all, I will be here, reading every word
"I’ve wondered why I can’t just ever want what’s 'normal' and socially acceptable. Why must I always be so difficult."
I love this essay so much it hurts.
God I love your writing, Kimberly! xo (and your pictures)
Thank you for sharing. Reading your words about choosing a life and making the best of it, even though it was probably never meant for you, really puts things in perspective for me. I'm on the precipice of following the "normal" path (husband, family, white picket fence, SAHM or teacher) or doing my own thing (no kids, no husband, no fixed address, author and entrepreneur). I know which one I would be settling for.