“Say Goodbye To” - a note to the empowered woman

Goodbye to the eyeballs watching me. Judging me. Thinking about me. Use your voice, speak your truth or avert your gaze

Goodbye to men who want to devour me from the moment they meet me, then decide ‘they’re too busy to commit’. The ones that get up and put their clothes on. The ones that roll over. The ones that laugh into their 7th beer of the evening. 

Goodbye to the men that resemble every trauma cycle I have ever known. The ones who haven’t done the work. The ones that keep coming back time and time again. A reminder that I have to break the cycles, before they break me. 

And

Goodbye to the belief that if you knew me 3 years ago, you know me today. You don’t. I don’t even know that girl anymore

Goodbye to the belief that sobriety is a restriction. The party isn’t the over, the party is just different

Goodbye to the idea that doing the work is never ending. More to do, more to uncover, more to feel, more to process. Sometimes, just here, in this moment, you are doing enough. A moment of quiet self reflection in a big, bad city life. 

And 

Goodbye to the people that come into your life, change it, and then walk out the door again. Keep walking - you were never meant to stay


Goodbye to the pressure that until you have found your ‘purpose’ in life, that you have failed, and failed, and failed some more

Goodbye to grey sidewalks, and grey skies, and grey minds. Goodbye to the belief we are born to live and die in one place, with one person, and one job. Move to any damn city you want. Then do it again.

And 

Goodbye to the thoughts that go round and round inside our heads with no way out. The ones that live in there. The ones that we don’t talk about. The ones that feel stuck,stuck, jammed stuck. Buried into our muscles, into our mind. Goodbye to the idea that they can never be released. 

And goodbye to the masses

And to the mainstream

And to the lying, censoring media

Goodbye to those that live shackled, and silent, in suburbia - watching on

To those that shame you for living, or feeling, or believing

And to those who view women as sexual beings, property, or belongings

Less than

Or more than

Goodbye now, once and for all

Watch me as I walk