Some days I’m domesticated some days I’m wild
Today I woke up and it was autumn weather [it’s autumn here]. My spirit is quiet and calm I guess today. I just crave home, to be settled in my house/cottage, cooking three sisters soup, knitting socks and reading books, taking care of my imaginary babies/family, baking soda bread, folding the laundry like all the homemaker girls on Insta that I follow. That’s who I am today - domestic.
But yesterday I was reading ‘women who run with the wolves’ about being a wild woman, I was in a passionate mood, I was reading Creatrix too - about being a wild creative woman, I was looking at the instas of all the bohemian girls, I wanted no children, I wanted to paint big abstract paintings and write poetry, I wanted to have an exciting passionate life. I was wild and interesting inside.
This happens every week, how do I pick a side, I can’t create a life if I’m always pulled in two very different directions.
But yesterday I was reading ‘women who run with the wolves’ about being a wild woman, I was in a passionate mood, I was reading Creatrix too - about being a wild creative woman, I was looking at the instas of all the bohemian girls, I wanted no children, I wanted to paint big abstract paintings and write poetry, I wanted to have an exciting passionate life. I was wild and interesting inside.
This happens every week, how do I pick a side, I can’t create a life if I’m always pulled in two very different directions.
