<p><br/></p><p>It is a bright, sunny day at my end. I love Fridays, and today is one of them because… today is Friday! 🤭</p><p><br/></p><p>I sang happily in the bathroom with my melodious voice (I wish 😆) as I got ready for my day.</p><p><br/></p><p>I mean, this is the last day I’ll be preparing to go out to work. Don’t get me wrong, I love my weekdays because they’re productive and they keep revealing a better part of me. I mean, they keep exposing my superpowers. 😌</p><p><br/></p><p>But because it’s Friday, I decided to keep my mind jolly and emotion free. Just a light, soft little insight for a soft day. 😉✨</p><p><br/></p><p>My day was going smoothly, and did I mention I went on a date? 😋😋</p><p><br/></p><p>Best part of my Fridays.</p><p><br/></p><p>And nope, I ain’t giving you the details. 🙂↔️</p><p><br/></p><p>Happiness was dancing freely in my belly as we talked and laughed until, somewhere in the middle of our melodious conversation, he asked me about my strengths.</p><p><br/></p><p>I really wasn’t planning to have a serious conversation, but I guess we needed to get right to it.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I started talking.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I can make you discover parts of yourself you never knew existed.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can give birth to a side of you that had never lived before.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can open the doors of my mind and let you wander through them, allowing you to taste only the parts of me I choose to reveal.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can quietly rent a room inside your head without asking for permission.</p><p><br/></p><p>You’ll carry pieces of me into your thoughts, your conversations, your perspective… sometimes without even realising it.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can kill the parts of you I hate and water the ones I love..</p><p><br/></p><p>I can make you look at yourself differently.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can make you see yourself as you truly are — or perhaps, as you were always capable of becoming.</p><p><br/></p><p>And my bleeding?</p><p><br/></p><p>Oh, my bleeding can be horrific.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ll cut myself and serve my blood on a silver plate.</p><p>I’ll place the wound on the table, sit quietly before you, and make you look at it.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ll make you confront it.</p><p><br/></p><p>The ugly.</p><p>The beautiful.</p><p>The broken.</p><p>The breathtaking.</p><p><br/></p><p>I’ll make you sit with every part of it until, somehow, you begin to find beauty in the very things you once wanted to look away from.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then, slowly…</p><p><br/></p><p>you’ll begin drinking.</p><p>I'm not bluffing, I've done it before. <br/><p><br/></p><p>I can sneak good into your mind without you noticing.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can make you carry my words long after I’m gone.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can put my life on the table and make you see the beauty in it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because you see…</p><p><br/></p><p>the pen is in my hand.</p><p><br/></p><p>I was still talking when I noticed the horror, amusement and complete confusion spreading across his face.</p><p><br/></p><p>I smiled with the utmost satisfaction. 😂</p><p><br/></p><p>“Relax,” I said.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I’m a writer.” 😭😂</p><p><br/></p><p>The smile slowly returned to his face….</p><p><br/></p><p>Anyways, I’m loving my Friday. 🤭❤️</p><p><br/></p><p>How’s yours going?</p></p>