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Morning Reflections

  • Writer: Reina Dee
    Reina Dee
  • Dec 24, 2024
  • 2 min read

Woman enjoying her conversation with a man a her cell phone

This morning,

my mind feels like

it’s dancing

with possibility.


It’s a new kind of freedom

~

a quiet

but

thrilling sense

of independence.


For the first time

in a long time,

I’m allowing

myself

to think about

all the things I want

without pausing to wonder how

that may fit

into someone else's life.


I’m imagining

all the attractive

new men

I might meet.


Will they be

the type

to actually like

talking on the phone?


You know,

the kind of conversations

where we

lose track of time,

diving deep

into topics that

set our minds on fire.


Will they

have any interest

in the things

that fascinate me?


Morning Curiosities


I’m curious

if they’ll be

older or younger,

if they’ll make me laugh

until my

stomach hurts,

or

if we’ll share

those moments

that bring tears

~

the kind

that remind you

of your humanity

and

the beauty

of

connection.


More

than romance,

I’m looking

forward to building

friendships

that

feel good.


Friendships

where I can be

unapologetically myself,

where the energy exchange

feels mutual,

uplifting,

and

effortless.


I want to be

surrounded by

people who

help me feel

alive

and

understood,

not weighed down

by the

invisible burden

of

unspoken doubts

or

mismatched priorities.


It’s not that

I didn’t love him.


I did.


I still do,

in my own way.


But loving him doesn’t feel good.


It feels like

trying to hold onto

something

that keeps slipping

through

my fingers

like pouring all my energy

into a well

that never filled me back up.


And I can’t do that anymore.


I won’t.


This morning

is a reminder that

I’m choosing me.


I’m choosing my joy,

my curiosity,

and

my peace.


And

as I take

this first step

of

leaving the past

behind me,

I can’t help

but

smile

at all

the adventures

that might be waiting

just

around

the corner.


Reina Dee 🌿

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