Some thoughts that have been running through my head as of recently. Self discovery is very fulfilling.
Foreword: I am not living these things right now and I am not in a bad place upon reflection. Reflection is something I do unemotionally, as I try and look at things outside my own experiences. Though I use 'I' a lot, I hope some people relate to these writings. With that said:
Asking for Time to be Myself
Is it wrong? Is it so selfish of me to ask for time to be myself? To nurture, regress, do all the things that scatter on the floor in my mind. All the little pieces that never get picked up and put away. That litter the spaces, never getting attention, because they just don't fit us and everything I want to be for us.
Is it an Insult? For me to want to be wild and free, and want that part for myself? It is not yours, it is mine, and sometimes I don't want the pressure of showing it to you. Of completely opening up, being that level of vulnerable is not easy... and to be honest... it dampens the joy I get from it. Letting loose doesn't have the same freedom to it... when you are letting someone analyze it. Does it make it wrong that I don't always want you there? I don't think so.
Is it Simple of me? To think that I don't have to find someone that weaves so intricately with my very fabric, that I have spent my whole life dying different colors, that we will be soul mates on every level and I will just want to give him everything?... Maybe... but the realist in me doubts it. I don't hold out for every light to turn on, every color to match. Because I celebrate the beauty in difference.
So how do I ask for time? How do I request what I want. When do I insist that I need it? What do I do when confronted with concerns that I am not being my true self, all the time? Maybe you just don't understand that life is both and all. I get it. When you are with someone... you want to be everything for them. Still...
Asking for my time, should never be a reflection on our time.