Tomboi Travels

 As I sit here in Serbia writing this post, on the toilet, seriously, I'm nervous...hence why I'm sitting on the toilet 😨.  But I have to, I have to make the first step, out.  I have to put one foot in front of the other and get on Csiga, my bicycle, and ride out, nice and slow.  This will be my first time crossing a border with Csiga; I've crossed many borders, by bus, by car, by taxi, not by bicycle.  And so, I'm a little afraid, very nervous. But, I'm also excited and this is what guides me.      Also, something new for me is my knowing that my soulmate is here, very near, I feel them.  The path is visible and now all I need to do is be patient.  Ah, patience.  I pray for them that they have the strength to also take first steps, towards me. Love, Tammi AnamoLe 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

 People will use me, as long as I allow it.  I find "people-pleasing" a disgusting display of cowardice; yet, I allow it.  Admittedly, even in writing this, I'm worried that people will be disgusted by my primal thoughts of them, so I smooth over the disgust with self-deprecating introspection. I despise, I dislike, I'm disgusted; with parts of myself, with the broken pieces of others, I'm tired. AnomaLeOverT.I.M.E 💚💚💚