My Bubble
Every now and again I like to go into a private little bubble to escape the world outside of said bubble. Inside of my bubble is my son, my love, the entire inside of our home, sometimes it may even include the outside. In this bubble, there is music, food, my computer, pen and paper and of course my tarot and oracle cards. My phone is there as a resource just in case there is a form of contact needed to be made with the world or anyone in it. Most of the time though, I prefer to be inside my bubble. Over the last 7 months, it has become my sacred haven if you will. In my bubble, there is no confusion, no heartache or unnecessary drama. There is no one making an imaginary competition, there is no made up bad blood or beef there is only the beef that I put on top of my man's nachos.
I am able to think clearly without the intrusion of anyone else's opinions or hurt feelings. I am able to just be for a moment and lay for a moment and smile for a while. Inside of my bubble I am more than content I am happy because I am stress-free and because for once I am able to breathe. I do not feel like the weight of everyone else's issue is on my back - I can sit up without having to wonder if my spine will crack from all of the above weight. There is nothing to weigh my shoulders down, so I have no reason to frown. I am as light as a feather, not at all dis-eased or under the weather. I am healthy and happy - and got the weight to prove it ....
Now that I think about it I am not sure when I'll be coming out.
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