Broken record pleading. Same old insecurity. Inadequacy.
Pride.
Doing a number on my thinking.
Fiery-dart target practice, feels like, somedays.
Age-old questions on repeat.

Broken record pleading. Same old insecurity. Inadequacy.
Pride.
Doing a number on my thinking.
Fiery-dart target practice, feels like, somedays.
Age-old questions on repeat.
It’s no secret. There’s strategy in advertising. A bid for my buy-in.
“If you conform, you’ll truly be successful.” In your field. Home. Community. Life.
“Purchase that to make your life complete.” “Wear this particular clothing line to fit in and stand out.”
“You’ll never move ahead if you don’t hold to this worldview.”
So they say. Or insinuate. Messaging at every turn.
Once a year, I see it.
Visual of my blindspots.
Patterns of grey and black mapped out on a screen in the ophthalmologist’s office.
In life, blindspots can creep in. And continue. Unnoticed. Never addressed.
Endangering vision and obedience.