Weightless
tee c/o // Zara skirt // Converse sneakers
Somewhere in between the wake of overwhelming exhaustion and the eve of dramatic breakdowns, there is a brief moment of illuminated despair. A white flag toss of self-defeat. A shameless stride across broken battle fields. A loud sigh of relief to inhale a long drag of arbitrary breath. Yet ironically enough, in that empty moment, you can't help but feel beautifully weightless--surprisingly and unusually light, floating in the air of burdenless obligations. Not quite representative of giving up but surrendering acceptingly so before facing consequential fate.
It's one of those subtly promising episodes life grants in the midst of insanity to provide a small glimpse of hope indicating that
everything is going to be alright,
before proceeding to your habitual meltdown.
I'm the type of person to let my emotions consume me until I feel comfortably numb.
I learned that my evidential nature is to overly stress--a quality I've become too equipped to change--so I mask in the delight of a fleeting breather to compensate.
I discovered this beautiful stillness and immediately reveled in its sweet, sweet nothingness. Even if only for a brief minute, it's
a minute more than the stress will sparingly permit so I'll grasp onto it while I can for the sake of my sanity. And though it may not completely alleviate my anxious character, I can still appreciate the soothing presence of these personal ponders. Because in the mental mess, stress can be a blessing, too.
This month has been particularly overwhelming for me both physically and mentally but I've been striving through one weightless moment at a time. And while doing so, I'm not exactly putting much effort into dressing up lately. During times like these, I'm a t-shirt comfort kinda gal. And
from NY was kind enough to enable my dressed down efforts by sending me their "Who's That Girl" tee, which could not be any more appropriate since I'm usually unrecognizable in my distressed state. Let me just add, also, that this shirt is probably the softest tee I own with an adorable design I love adorning around New York's streets. My bum days just got a whole lot more stylish.
"Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can't explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can't understand it at all any longer."
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