The Parcel

So much effort. So much monetary investment. So much of time and love put in.

A gift. A parcel.

A relationship gone so cold you don't even know if it even still exist.


But one thing's for certain .

My love is still there and that's all that matters.

For too long , I was in pain.

I deserve happiness. Because I am so much better.

I'm worth it.

Such is the Power of the Universe!

Just last night, just before I'm due to send out The Parcel, I met my close friend who's been through this with me all the way, on the streets.
How cool is that?^^

And we talked about appreciating my gifts and my life and having enough self worth to seek positivity into my life. She's so right.

There are millions out there who are suffering and have less gifts than me.

If even they can find happiness, I shouldn't be dwelling but counting on my blessing.

My life isn't wretched. I shouldn't let it be.

The whole of this week, I've survived on next to no sleep and spending hell lot of money and effort on The Parcel.


Could have simply gotten my baby a straight off-the-shelf expensive gift.

But that'll mean nothing.

It was therapeutic to make it all my own, the customization and the process of me putting in my love.

I see it as working hard, toiling away and being determined to give this the one last final shot.

Because happiness is not easily gotten.
I got to work hard for it. For me.

The relationship is either saved , Or I've freed myself.

There was no resolution . Such was the cruelty of my Baby...

Thereby explaining the pain I'm in.


So I've sought my own.

And took ownership of my life; walking away the Bigger person and with nothing to hide, fear ot regret.

So, after this closure, I'm either back in the comforts of my baby, or

.....I am FREE.

Q ... a gift for another is a Bigger gift for myself.