watching over madiba (june. 23, 2013. 6:07 p.m. est, usa), nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)
today, dec 5th, 2013 madiba has gone from this world. i thank him for the wideness and largeness of his spirit, the lion of his waters, the strength that fed us all. he taught me the truth about africa, taught me that she can and never will be defeated. i shed tears because i am happy you were here, amongst us, with us, filling us all with your light, love, and quiet honey. you magnificent child of Africa, let us sing and dance you home to the ancestors :)))
Got somewhere in therapy today. We pinpointed the target of my anxiety when I meet new people. It comes from my mom telling me what I should do and myself fearing that I’m not good enough because she set the standards in place for excellence for me. I have a lot of those walls to break down, but I’m doing well with keeping bad thoughts away.
Went to dinner and a jam session with hippies with the boy. I wasn’t anxious and I was proud of myself. Was fun, but he was nervous about playing in front of me. How cute. My new fear is about how soon he will get bored of me.