a glory we know

Y’all, we really be out here trudging through some shitty shit- and making it in spite of all of it! It’s traumatic and somber. . .respectably joyful. And I think we should talk more about the dips, so that we can see the joy with honest eyes. Why are we afraid to bear that untold story inside us? Why have we prioritized managing others’ responses? Why do we feel like we have to over perform positivity to be worthy? I  talk about the things I’ve gone through often, but because its a part of my narrative. I am not locked into that reality, but I won’t feel odd for telling it.  How could you know the glory. The gold is in the journey and we might as well tell each other how we’ve managed to go on from glory to glory and all manner of gory darkness in between the light. Oh Theo, you had that shit right from the get go.  Performing your worthiness is the antithesis of telling your story. It is triumphantly glorious as is.