Kayla B(e) Writing

Love takes work and patience. If you told me that years ago, I would have called you an unromantic pessimist. You probably would have called me naive. And you would be right. When it came to romantic relationships in the past, I was dumb. I thought that love equated to constant butterflies in your stomach…

I know my mother will be happy to hear me say, “You were right.” Not about everything, Mom. But you get this one. I’m impatient. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that somewhere here before but it bears repeating. I’m fucking impatient. I’m always wondering about the future. What will my next chapter be like? Will…

“You’re playing the victim.” How do you play the victim? If something bad happens to me, by no fault of my own, I am the victim. What role am I playing exactly? Was this suggesting my pain was not real? This was an insult. I took this as a cop out for people to give…

I thought that I was successfully on autopilot in the wake of George Floyd’s death. Nothing changed on the outside. I still went to my 9 to 5. I still showered and brushed my teeth. My diet didn’t change. I went to bed when I was supposed to. Did I sleep well? No, but the…

2019 was definitely the year of lessons. The problem is that the Universe can cram as many lessons and advice as it wants, but if you are as stubborn as I am, it will take longer for something to stick. And even if it does stick, the comfortability of things staying the same can keep…

With this being a new year, I wanted to make sure I didn’t leave the first month of 2020 without talking about something positive. Let’s talk about crying. Stay with me. Lately, I’ve been crying buckets of tears. Tears that came despite my determination to suck them up. Immediately I grabbed a tissue each time…