10 Thoughts You've Probably Had During A Hot Bath

10 Thoughts You've Probably Had During A Hot Bath

Let's be honest: baths are kind of overrated.
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Have you ever been looking forward to a bath all day, only to get in and realize, as much as you hate to admit it, it's really not all that great? I have, pretty much every time. Maybe it's just because I'm a very anxious person and have a hard time relaxing, but every time I take a bath, I inevitably have most, if not all, of these thoughts.

1. This is going to be so relaxing!

Warm, sudsy water? Check. Magazine? Check, but I don't really feel like holding it up to actually read it. Phone off and away? No, this is a bath, not a form of torture.

2. Now what?

OK, I've been sitting here for five minutes flipping through my magazine and I'm starting to get bored. Also, the water is getting cold and this is honestly not as great as they make it look on TV and in the movies.

3. There's soap scum everywhere.

How?! I just scrubbed this tub last week!

4. Was that a text?

I know this is supposed to be my time to relax and 'disconnect' but I can't remember if that was my text or email notification noise. I'll just take a quick peek, I won't answer anyone...

5. This water is probably filthy.

I guess at the end of this bath I should rinse off and take a shower because technically I'm just sitting in my own dirty water now, right? But then what was the point of the bath?

6. This is actually super stressful.

I thought this was supposed to be relaxing, but all I can think about is how I don't think I'm doing this right and now I'm just stressing out about how I shouldn't be stressing out.

7. Where is my damn towel?


How did I forget to bring a towel? Now I have to make a mad dash to the linen closet and face the freezing cold air outside the tub.

8. Eh, shaving's out.

The little bits of stubble will just go to the bottom of the tub and sit there and that's gross, so I think I'll just skip shaving. Again.

9. What was that noise?

I know I just heard a noise. I'm pretty sure I locked the front door but now I'm second-guessing myself and I don't want to be attacked in my tub, with a week's worth of stubble on my legs.

10. I prefer showers, sorry not sorry.

This really wasn't relaxing, it was torture trying not to look at my phone, I don't feel clean, and all this peace and quiet is freaking me out and making me overthink everything. I'll stick to showers.

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It Is What It Is

Even if it's something that you've had your eye on, it is what it is
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Living with the love you left outlined

Do I find it so hard? 

Innocence left from my eyes 

My vision departed with the aura of my soul that my body once housed with bloody bricks 

Is this my home? 

My heart is in my throat 

I continue to stumble and choke 

do you know the feelings that you provoked? 

You cloaked? 

My devotion. My flame with the suffocation you smoked 

Our love was supposed to yoke our hearts in unison 

Lust of pureness stabbed our hearts 

Dread of shame 

Your fist struck my heart 

Tame. 

how do you expect to build upon love with shame and guilt? 

I cannot live here anymore.

My payment was overdue. 

Eviction. 

You sat in a chair within a vacant setting filled with broken apologies 

Emotionless in silence.

Now Your mask is no longer on your face 

My heart will forever decease with your shame 

Is time the one to blame? 

Do you find it so hard? 

Living with the love you left outlined

Do I find it so hard? 

Innocence left from my eyes 

My vision departed with the aura of my soul that my body once housed with bloody bricks 

Is this my home? 

My heart is in my throat 

I continue to stumble and choke 

do you know the feelings that you provoked? 

You cloaked? 

My devotion. My flame with the suffocation you smoked 

Our love was supposed to yoke our hearts in unison 

Lust of pureness stabbed our hearts 

Dread of shame 

Your fist struck my heart 

Tame. 

how do you expect to build upon love with shame and guilt? 

I cannot live here anymore.

My payment was overdue. 

Eviction. 

You sat in a chair within a vacant setting filled with broken apologies 

Emotionless in silence.

Now Your mask is no longer on your face 

My heart will forever decease with your shame 

Is time the one to blame? 

Do you find it so hard? 

I could go on. I could continue to be the victim and blame myself for what happened even though I know that I do not have any faults in what happened within my past with certain situations, especially ones involving heartache. 

I realized that it has been almost two years. It will be two years in September that I have not gotten over the heartache that masked my heart black. It is okay to grieve do not get me wrong, however acceptance has to be apart of the equation. Which equation will I choose? 

Pain + non acceptance = suffering or 

Pain + acceptance=less suffering... 

This is where practicing radical acceptance comes to play.

Radical acceptance has three parts.

- Reality is what it is 

- Everything has a cause 

- Life can be worth living, even when there is pain 

Once applying the basic principles of radical acceptance, you will gain autonomy and the opportunity to finally let of fighting reality. It is the only way out of the mental illness of hell. I need to stop refusing to accept the pain and suffering.  I deserve better than putting myself through the dark venom of suffering. 

All of the pain happened for a reason. 

I decide to chose the equation 

Pain + acceptance=less suffering... 

I cannot allow to become passive and resigned to the unwanted reality. 


 





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We Smile For Who & What (A Poem for You, Me, Her, Him, Us & All)

We Are The Ones That You Gave A Reason To Smile For
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not a moment of love from

the who we know,

shattering our world of all truths,

we'll focus on the don’ts

and live as though,

that person will never know.

we’ll say we forgot,

but, we, in fact,

we did not.

not a spare of empathy

do we receive,

aside all the giving

to all that we leave;

we leave it for one thing,

that thing being,

to remind them,

of the happiness they bring

to us all.

if we were to see a smile,

our emptiness,

immediately solved.

we’ll smile back;

we'll smile and wear it like fashion,

each utter turning to our speech,

contained in our own passions

all constitute of regard;

some will result in careless actions;

some may let us fall apart.

our heart’s stability

and capacity

overrides the disregard,

and, instead,

just know,

who we are.

we are the ones

silent or poor;

trapped or torn;

aware but not warned.

with each problem we meet,

our smiling has the power

to defeat.

we are the ones

making not taking;

running not facing;

masking not embracing.

we are the ones

with questions unanswered,

thoughts being censored,

our attention suddenly drawn

and centered.

we are the ones

who have the right

to harvest our deepest thoughts;

into our garden,

our thoughts become sought.

we are the ones

that can prevent a blight.

we are the ones

who face our truths,

and our own lies.

we are the ones

often misconstrued

in different eyes

we are the ones

who feel sorry to win,

or even to lose.

we are the ones

who realize,

in most moments,

we just can't undo.

we are the ones

that will harvest our words,

to visualize outside the conflict,

acknowledging each others' worth

for growing our most authentic

and well respected

works

of life.




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