Sketch "Woman In Crisis"

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Sketch "Woman In Crisis"
Sketch "Woman In Crisis"
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☝️ It used to be the way it was.

You open the closet and choose who you are today. To work means something elegant and strict, you are a hardworking and responsible person. Date? Something not too frank, dragging and slightly seductive, so that it was immediately clear that you are for a serious relationship and a very good option. Also, be sure to have a heel, so that your legs are longer! Everything should be beautiful, match perfectly and hide your flaws! Better to think and prepare in advance!

👋And now what?

This image is tight, you can't breathe out and relax in it, there is no spontaneity! He fetters the movement - not to hug someone, not to collapse in powerlessness on the floor. And here, in general, something else inherited from my grandmother! Oh, and this one rubs the skin to red, it only runs and runs, and why you don’t understand anymore.

Now I want the body to be comfortable and warm.

You try on, listen, feel.

You choose.

More and more often myself.

☝️ It used to be the way it was.

Something happens, you instantly look into your purse, full of meanings and labels, voila - everything becomes very simple - right / wrong; good / bad; fair / unfair; this is how it should be / this is not how it should be; right / wrong …

He is a goat - I am an angel …

And then you confidently walk along the road!

👋And now what?

There were "I want" and the devil knows what label to hang, there is no suitable one among the old ones. There are feelings, like bad, wrong, unacceptable, and from them it is good and pleasant. The list “should” is filled with ink “I don’t want” and no one writes a new one for you.

Everything becomes ambiguous, multi-layered, indefinite …

He is a goat and is loved - I am an angel and I am angry …

You try on, listen, feel.

You choose.

More and more often myself.

☝️ It used to be the way it was.

You buy a diary. You paint schedules and plans. Checking everywhere to see if you are turning off the planned path to a bright and happy future. You keep yourself within the limits of numbers and letters. You are so sure that having achieved your "goal" it will become easier and calmer for you. Unconditional happiness and harmony will come. The hole inside will fill up and stop hurting.

👋And now what?

You look back, you look into the eyes of achievements, accomplishments, such once-desired, extremely important goals. There are so many things.

Career. Family. House. Business. Children. Glory. Money. Apartment. Car. Vacation twice a year. Full refrigerator. Third higher education. Sweet after six.

And you understand that it has not become easier at all. Inside, it still whines, maybe because of the weather, or maybe from the fact that he can't help but whine.

Where and why did you go before it is now incomprehensible and meaningless. And it's scary to take a step forward.

You try on, listen, feel.

You choose.

More and more often myself.

☝️ It used to be the way it was.

Ground underfoot. From meanings, beliefs, ideas.

You knew who you were and where you were going.

👋 Now what?

Weigh in the air. You are waiting.

Maybe new meanings will be created ?!

Until then …

You try on, listen, feel.

You choose.

More and more often myself.

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