The door is open
It’s time to step into the world
Every experience, test, and choice has lead you to this moment
Don’t hold yourself back any longer
This world needs your magic
Stop letting self limiting belief and illusion cloud you
Stop letting the ego and idea of yourself keep you from your vision
The healing you needed is here
You have concluded the race
You have the courage and the ability
Believe it is yours and nothing will stop you.
Did I love myself more
Even though my heart pleaded no
I cant deny what I know
Like mind and body
Could have swallowed me whole
All the ingredients for greatness
I was at the tip of a diving board
No water would catch me
No matter how long
No matter what pressure
I placed on the watering hose
I can’t continue to reach for a hand
Or a heart that isn’t mine to hold
I deserve more.
Burrough’s message, however aggressive, is raw and sincere. As a Codependent in recovery, I know the art of being too nice and keeping someone around just to have someone around.
As my healing has progressed, I have gained confidence and love of myself. Flippancy has become less and less prevalent.
Listen, If I commit to you, I’m all in. I’m invested. I want to see you reach your highest potential. I genuinely love you and want to see you at your happiest and healthiest. I cannot be this type of friend or partner to a large number of people.
Dating around has become difficult, because I can’t invest in getting to know and develop an emotional connection with more than a couple people- tops. At this point in my life, my energy is too precious for spaceholders or blaze.
-Maybe you’re so afraid of having no one, you keep friends that don’t really match your values. “Oh, I’ve known this person forever. We’ve had such good times together. They have been such a good friend to me.” Yet you keep someone in your energy that currently mistreats you.
-Maybe you placate people that you don’t like deep down to save face.
-Maybe you blindy agree to whatever people in your life do or want, irrelevant of your own needs or wants. You accept literally anything.
-Maybe you entertain a lover, because you like their attention. Yet, you don’t genuinely care for them. Maybe you know they care for you, but you give them breadcrumbs so you can have their attention whenever you’re feeling low or no fish are biting that you really want.
-Maybe you’re trying to make someone love you, who could not care less.
Love yourself more. The above is two faced. Its fake. How can you give what you really care about quality attention if you’re giving energy to what doesn’t?
Its okay to be selective. Have a curated life. Be confident enough to grab a hold of only what you really want and okay if it doesn’t grab back. Its also okay to say no or change your mind.
A friend that never leaves
Giving the meek a voice for centuries
Fuel for a weekend
You make happy hour happy
She gives you wings
Takes your money
Bashes your brains
Her headache is all thats left in the morning
“Pour up, drank, head shot, drank
Sit down, drank, stand up, drank
Pass out, drank, wake up, drank
Faded, drank, faded, drank”
My daddy likes you more than me
Liked you so much he forgot about me
Passed out before dinner arrived
Thank god for pizza delivery
The man that showed me I was strong
Telling me I was his “girlfriend”
Pressing his body onto mine
Trying to take what is only mine to give
Grasping my hands
Hoping I dont scream
Fight or flight
Fight I did
You did not make a victim out of me
Late night phone calls
Unannounced visits to my door
Your love for me grows with a 6 oz pour
Promises of dates and sweet nothings
I showed up
Waited for your call
Yeah you totally forgot
That was just your best buddy alcohol
Ditching your friends
Forgetting your commitments
Bullying the weak
Aggressing your insecurities
Next day trips to the clinic for plan B
“Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip
Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip
Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip
Sippin’ on some siz-erp, sip, sippin’ on some, sip”
Your love is so en vogue
What is a gathering without you?
Entire industries designed just for you
But a glass or two?
Thats good for your health!
But is it the heart what we cheer to?
You’ve broken my heart
Your brain damage isn’t cute
Swollen liver isnt enough to save “you”
The cup with a secret potion
Airplane bottles stashed in the cabinet
She robbed me of a childhood
Lost hours and forgotten faces
The love she promised is lost in the bottom of her bottle
Welcome in the Autumn Equinox
The time for Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice
Lets put our hoodies on, hats, and high boots
Prepare for football and chili cook offs
Put on those leggings from the corner store
You know you have them in your dresser drawer
It is it a trick or a treat?
Halloween candy and apple cider
Creepy crawlies and the Christmas of nightmares
Hoodies and dying leaves
Bonfires and hayrides in the woods
Dipping temperatures and ghost stories
Pumpkin carving and the Witches New Year
Time for the Harvest
Black cats and movies with gore
The most wonderful time of the year
Public Service Announcement!!LOST and FOUND!!
Coconut in the middle of Alta Loma and Gleaves Street near Rivergate Mall- likely dropped by your unladen swallow on its annual migration. Please contact local authorities for retrieval of your lovely coconut.
A local Nashvillian, Eric Dulberg, is a portrait photographer with a bright soul and fun spirit. He has a gift for capturing essence, showing his subject’s story.
Eric is a traveler, having been to the Philippines, Ecuador and planning to travel to Ireland in the coming year- searching for a story never heard before.
As part of a project towards his degree, he printed a book, Nashville Natives, capturing many of the stories of unknown Nashvillians. The book is filled with captivating portraits, connecting audience to a common thread of humanity. The portraits are accompanied by a story supplied by the subject. The book opens with a character, named Chance.
Chance is a heavily tattooed older gentleman without home, having faced the harshness or war and confinement. He came to Nashville from the west coast and served in the Vietnam War. His life hasn’t been an easy one, but life has awarded him the wisdom that, “…it doesn’t matter who you are or where you live or how much money you have. What is important in life is to look after each other.”
Another character, Raymond, with kind eyes and warm smile, told Eric of his time in Vietnam and memories of Shania Twain, especially of her humility and gentleness.
Every person has a story. To share your story is sharing a little peice of your soul. Sharing a smile ties our journey to the whole of humanity.
The book is available for purchase at www.ericdulberg.com and benefits Shower Up, a local non-profit providing showers for the homeless.
People come and go; relationships, lovers, and friends. Not all destined to stay forever; some only for a season.
Is it harder to fight the good fight or suffer an abrupt ending?
Connections are rarely instant. Relationships are built over time, brick by brick. Years of experiences, secrets, and laughter. A foundation is built. Then Suddenly, something happens.
You don’t talk as often. You stop thinking of that person as often. Your exchanges center around “catching up.” Your dates get forever rescheduled. The common thread that ties feels broken.
Discussions for closure. Forgiveness granted. Love is no longer alive.
With every passing day, the pain subsides. That love that felt so strong fades a little more with the lick of the light.
The instant connection. A fated meeting, a spark inside. Life stories shared and passion to ignite. This thing feels so real and live. How could it have been known that this would be the last time?
The ghost that haunted, now missing in the night. No cataclysm. No explanation proffered. No reasons as to why. Just gone- leaving only sadness inside.
A slow ending allows for grief. It allows for explanation. It allows for analysis of why.
An abrupt ending leaves questions. A story not finished. Nothing to work through. Nothing to analyze.
Escaping robs of the proper goodbye. A pain to sit with. No option left, but to accept. A hollow hope the love will slowly wither, to eventually die.