Somewhere along the way I became jaded, even though it’s just a dark synonym for hurt.
I have images to share, but…I’m jaded. (So my world is blank.)
What is up with that? I used to not even know what jaded meant. I remember asking and having to look it up in the dictionary…back before Google.
I looked it up again, though, since it seems so definitive of where I am right now. I wanted to be sure about it.
It turns out that “hurt” is not actually mentioned within the definition I found.
So maybe I shouldn’t mention about the hurt aspect of my jadedness.
I know this is a phase.
Things will change. I’m looking forward to when I’m back to being some other color. Pink maybe. Not Pepto-pink. Instead, more like something most people like. Ice cream or cotton candy…baby blankets. Strawberry milk? (Maybe most people don’t like strawberry milk…)
I am so tempted to gloss over the green.
It would be so easy to just not put it here. Nobody really needs to know about it. I wouldn’t even have to acknowledge it. It could be like it never happened.
Sometimes the light kills gross green stuff…like mold.
I will move through this. I will.
Or I will be moved through it.