I feel angry.
I wanna be fearless.
I am over worrying about what everyone else thinks.
I wrote three posts last week. All about entirely different things. Underneath these three posts was a current of the same theme. I then thought- oh, no one wants to read about my miserable meme. I won’t share them.
My dad picked the Grey Lion on Melbourne cup day to represent me. Yeah, yeah it didn’t win. But he thinks I am ferocious & I am quite grey. Inside I’ve been a trembling kitten. Maybe it is time to start becoming the Lion.
Time to roar.
In the posts that follow today if you hate what I say, so be it. I’m looking for my peeps, my clan. If that ain’t you, I love you, but see you later. I’ll talk to myself if I have to!