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Unhinged midlife

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The waffle has been sitting there 🧇

Not literally
Well. Maybe literally.

But also metaphorically

The rest
The slow morning
The meal eaten sitting down
The thing she keeps almost giving herself
and then doesn't because there's always
something mor
Happy National Waffle Day 🧇

A gentle reminder that you do not need to:

Earn your breakfast
Justify your order
Split it with someone who 
"just wants a bite"
Feel guilty about the syrup
Explain to anyone why you wanted waffles

She ordere
An incomplete list obviously 🍷

Things I would have said if I was 
a little less conditioned to be nice
and a little more of literally anything else

We have been so polite for so long babes
And our journals are FULL of the things 
we actually meant
The marquee has spoken 💅🏼

Currently accepting no new obligations
No unsolicited opinions
And absolutely no guilt trips

What's YOUR marquee say right now?
Drop it in the comments 👇 
I genuinely want to know

📓 Mediocre at Best - for the renovati
It keeps finding you because it 
needs to be felt ☁️

We are Olympic level avoiders
of the feelings that scare us most

We stay busy
We stay helpful
We stay needed

Because as long as we're doing something
we don't have to sit with the thing
that's q
They said write what you know

She wrote:
 exhaustion
  the specific loneliness 
  of a full house
  what it feels like to lose yourself
  so gradually you don't notice
  until you're looking for her
  everywhere

Her therapist called it a breakthrou
She said it in the shower and she meant it 🚿

Some thoughts don't need context.
Some decisions don't need your explanation.
Some chapters just end.

Drop a 🔥 if you're in your "done explaining" era

📓 Mediocre at Best - for the thoughts
It happened so quietly didn't it 💔

No dramatic moment.
No single decision.
Just slowly... less of her.
Until one day you looked up and wondered
where she went.

She's not gone.
Write to her tonight.

Prompt: What does rebuilding look like for you r