I am posting this as a reminder. A reminder to myself to stop apologizing for things that I can not control. Parts of myself that I can’t or won’t change. I don’t always know the difference but I am so sick of feeling sorry. Not sorry as in regretful of my actions but sorry as in worthless.
••••update.. not long after I posted this I was apologizing for something. Baby steps.
“Trump’s only true skill is the con, his only fundamental belief is that the United States is the birthright of straight, white, Christian men, and his only real, authentic pleasure is in cruelty. It is that cruelty, and the delight it brings them, that binds his most ardent supporters to him, in shared scorn for those they hate and fear: immigrants, black voters, feminists, and treasonous white men who empathize with any of those who would steal their birthright. The president’s ability to execute that cruelty through word and deed makes them euphoric. It makes them feel good, it makes them feel proud, it makes them feel happy, it makes them feel united. And as long as he makes them feel that way, they will let him get away with anything, no matter what it costs them.”
Someone I know went through a break up and was posting all kinds of things. This was one status but I couldn’t bring myself to actually comment but it made me feel a certain type of way.... I thought I’d share it here.
“Do or do not, there is no try” -Yoda • • #yoda #buddha #dontbeadick #wisewords #happyfriday https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnu0HtNBfuxZhVFBGj1ukuVtXdE9Vg1ks2THIM0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13ilzoo60ha77