Promise yourself

I came across this poem a long while ago. It’s something that I read on the regular to keep my head space focused and clear.

I thought I would share it with you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Promise yourself

To be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel that there is something in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best, and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words but great deeds.

To live in faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you.

Christian D. Larson

Until the next post, wander like you’re lost, you might just find yourself – and remember that I love your gorgeous soul!

Addiction.

It’s like craving death.
I know it will kill me eventually.
I know it’s not good for me.
Without it, I am the worst version of myself.
I’m always looking for my next fix.
I’m angry and moody simply because nothing else matters.
I snap at nothing and no one really understands what the deal is.
Gasp. There it is. Finally. So good.
Just one little whiff, one little bite and suddenly everything is right again.
It’s been a few minutes. I need another.
This is destroying my life.
It takes over every inch of my body every single second of every single day.
I feel disgusting afterward each fix but in the moment I’m complete.
I crave the rush, if only for a minute.
Regret sets in and now I’m disgusted and ashamed.
Now I’m sad, or worse – angry.
The craving returns… it’s the only thing to make it better.
Not everyone can understand addiction.
It takes many forms.
Drugs. Alcohol. Cigarettes.
Sugar is my drug of choice.
It’s a viscious cycle.
Sad. Eat. Guilt. Repeat.
Somedays I don’t even know that I’m doing it.
People joke like sugar addiction isn’t a real thing.
I don’t remember the last time in my life I wasn’t thinking about sugar.
It’s consuming all of my mind all the time.
And so repeats the cycle.

“I know.”

Catharsis – It’s something that I do. I do it daily. It helps me process the pathetic mess of my life. It helps me process pain and loss. It helps me process love and friendships. It helps me to release all my emotions without being violent or destructive. Sometimes I draw, other times I play my instruments or compose songs, but mostly I write. Everyone knows I write and everyone knows it’s very rare that I share my most personal, intimate thoughts with the general public because there’s something unnerving about letting other people inside my head.

Yesterday was my Nonnie’s “Celebration of life.” (Memorial service) I read a poem that I wrote and lots of people asked for a copy of it, so here it is. Enjoy.

I know.

By Meighan Knight

“Nonnie, I’m so tired.”

“Rest my girl, but do not quit.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I feel weak.”

“Hush, my girl. You are so strong.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I’m hurt.”

“Cry, my girl. Time heals all wounds.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I feel like I’m going to break.”

“Bend, my child. There’s no need to break.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I miss him so much.”

“Tell his story, my child. Remember he is free.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I’m happy!”

“Wonderful, my child. These days come and go.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, you look tired.”

“I need to rest, my child, but I will not quit.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, you seem weak.”

“Hush, my girl. I’m fine. I’m strong.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie! You’re hurt!”

“I cried my girl, time will heal these wounds.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, you’re so sad.”

“I cannot live my life, my child, but you’ve made me so happy.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, you’re breaking.”

“My mind is breaking. My body is breaking. I am not breaking, my child.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll be free. Just remember those words.”

“I know.”

“Nonnie, you’re happy!”

“Remember me, my child. Forever and for all eternity. I’m finally free.”

“I know.”

In memory of my dear Nonnie who was the greatest grandmother a girl could have. May she fly high and sprinkle happiness on us all.

November 17th, 2017