A Suspiciously Good Day

Have you ever had a day so smooth and good, it makes you nervous? You wonder for a moment did I accidentally master manifestation today? Are the stars aligned? Maybe the planets are. Is the universe conspiring to apologize for the assault of the week before? Is it trying to balance? If we are looking for balance, then I am owed a solid good year minimum. How much growth does one person need? Am I a butterfly yet? This caccoon is out of date and overused. Am I beautiful yet?

My youngest quickly and masterfully caught up on all of his work today. My daughter has just made me muffins, just because. I found a solution to a problem I have had for a few years and then potentially a solution to another problem I was trying to solve for years. I am surprised, but I am grateful the universe is getting so much praise today, and thanks. I am letting the goodness in my heart guide me these days through anguish and adversity and in spite of hateful and ugly people, I will not let you snuff me out. I am good, I am kind and I am worthy of happiness. I will not let another person convince me otherwise again. Cage me in and control me. I won’t allow someone to hurt or disrespect me, because I don’t deserve that and I never did.

Ownership of others is not a thing it never was, in its crudest of attempts and horrible executions of trying to own people the term to describe that was slavery. It is wrong and always was. You can take away someone’s freedom, you can keep them down, but you will not ever own their soul. In its most common form for women, it was called marriage. Especially in the days in which you were promised to someone, no say. In modern days in its attempt, it is called abuse and there are many forms of it. Adults, children, all genders, all backgrounds it exists presently and it is disgusting. All human beings are born with the right to live and be loved. A species that could be utterly amazing if it could work together and just live and let live and we choose division over and over again and it is so confusing to me. I cannot grasp it or understand any reason in this world good enough to justify it. I will not participate in it. My children will not participate in it and even if that doesn’t have the largest of impacts it is still something it is what we as individuals have a say in, our own behaviors. You can’t force others to agree or be how you want, but you can make a choice in how you are.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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