Friday, August 22, 2014

I Hate...

I hate that I can't write.

I hate that what I write I don't love.

I hate that I love what I can't or shouldn't love.

I hate that I 'should' myself.

I hate myself for worrying too much.

I hate that I worry about what others think.

I hate that I think too much and become incapacitated.

I hate that I incapacitate myself with thoughts of negative outcomes.

I hate negative thoughts that become self-fulfilling prophecies.

I hate that I'm right.

I hate that I'm wrong.

I hate that my life feels constipated at times.

I hate those times when I hate.

But I love the kind of Hate that's pregnant with fire and creativity.

I love that this hating opened me up today.

Today, flow is possible.

Possibility is to be loved.


  1. Ooh! Me likey. A nice departure from what we're used to.

    1. Thanks Cookie! That's what happens when I want to blow up my computer! lol!

  2. Talk about honesty, Joy! That was raw and so hopeful. I'm glad it ended well for you. Keep it will only result in more beauty once you crack through the other stuff.

    1. I'm going to keep trying to crack things open, Kelly. Hopefully it'll happen sooner than later. Thanks so much and glad you enjoyed 'the hating'. ;-))

  3. Hi Joy! What's the saying, "Use everything for your transformation?" It sounds like you've done something just like that. And I like to remember that flowers grow where the cement has cracked.

    1. Oooooohhhhh what wise words once again, Kathy!! Thank you so much! I will remember that! :-D

  4. Flow is a good thing!

  5. Hate is not that bad, is it? What I find really hard is when I am completely indifferent to something or someone. Use the anger, I say!


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