Heather Thompson Day
Today, I’m talking about that #workmom life. The realm of insanity where your heart is constantly divided, and you never have enough time.
I have spent the last couple of years trying to truly believe that my worth is determined by the way I treat others, not by the way they treat me.
They dance and sing His praises and their adoration touched His heart. He smiled in their direction, but He knew this moment would be short lived.
These women of the glass are secure yet fragile. We are strong, yet so weak. After time, and disappointments we become worn out and dusty yet somehow remain beautiful and timeless.
Suddenly our relationship became less and less about me, and more and more about you. You would ask me questions and leave before I even gave an answer.
Is it just me or does it feel like the world is dark? When I say the world is dark I actually mean people.
The best thing to break darkness, is light. If I can't stand someone's ignorance, I should be more poignant with my truth. If I can't stomach someone's hate, I should be more open with how I love.
Sex is totally awesome, and also totally necessary, but sex outside of intimacy, won’t do a dang thing for you.
I am biracial. My mother is White and my father is Black. Living within the confined walls of my colorful family, I was always safe. That all changed, however, after a dramatic encounter at school.
Our relationship wasn’t perfect, or even healthy, but up until the exact moment that it ended, the thought that I may actually not marry him really didn’t enter my mind.