On this day in 2004, Breaking Benjamin released their “We Are Not Alone” album. Although I do so love every song, my hands-down favorite that I still listen to frequently is “Follow”. With that, the first thing that comes to my mind is one of the burning questions I’ve been asked a time or two over the course of the last two or three years:
So, Cat, how’s all that ancestral healing and being a Light in the dark working for ya with all your ‘lil grudges, door slams, and running away?
Lol! First of all, it’s not running away … it’s WALKING away. There’s a difference! Second of all, it’s working out PRETTY good! But, umm, and I only slam the door when the people, places, and things I’ve allowed in my space become toxic, parasitic, or worse yet, take advantage of me.
They’re called BOUNDARIES, people, not “grudges”! Of course we should strive to be loving, kind, patient, forgiving, and empathetic foremost and above all things, but not if that means throwing our good energy after bad.
Meanwhile, let’s be clear … I’m not just “me”. I’m the sum of all the pain, sorrow, joy, beauty, and infinite energy in this world that ever was or ever will be. I’m nothing … everything … ALL OF IT! I’m a enigma. I’M AN APOSTROPHE, my own magic wand, and I really am alright.
So, follow me – or don’t – ’cause not only are my time, energy, and electricity priceless, but queens don’t mind sitting at the table alone if it means not sitting at the table with people who only offer scraps. Look, it’s one thing if all someone has to offer is scraps, but a totally different scene when someone has more to offer, but not for you.
I’m losing sight … don’t count on me. I chase The Sun … it chases me. You know my name. You know my face. You’d know my heart, if you knew my place. I’ll walk straight down as far as I can go.
Guess what? This QUEEN really IS expensive and she’ll be walking straight down without some bitches every day of the rest of her life going forward. Imma bring it ALL to those who are lucky enough to be in my halo. So, they’re gonna have to bring it ALL, too, or go find some other cheap hooker SELLOUT who enjoys eating leftovers and little scraps of bullshit, ’cause I … am NOT … the one!
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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