My Inner Badass

New name.  New look.  Yes...I am attempting to find my feet right now, which requires me to shift with the moving ground under my feet.  "New Chapters" while it represents my change it does not reflect my soul, and quite frankly after the last year my soul is a little battered, beaten, and bruised.  I'm considerably pissed off about those injuries.

I am in...transition for the next phase of my life.  I am no longer content with the "happy struggle" as M put it so succinctly.  No.  I want progress.  I want strength.  I want dedication, intention, and focus.  I want more than what I've had the last 40 fucking years of my life.  I don't want to be at the end of anyone's god damn list.  I won't ever again be content with anyone's crumbs tossed carelessly my way. After everything I've given, I deserve better.  I deserve it fucking all.

Where do I stand to get whatever the fuck "ALL" is?  Where will I find my strength?  Where will I find those who not only give lip service to believing in me but action as well.  The simple fact is: You get out of me what you put in.

A friend of mine messaged this image to me over the weekend.  Because of my various situations, I've had to tuck my badass away for a while now.  But more and more I've felt the urge to kick fucking ass rising inside me, so maybe it's time to give my inner badass a bit more breathing room.

Does Badass mean I'm a bitch?  It can. And sometimes I will be.  But sometimes being a badass will simply mean flying higher, faster, or more beautiful that those around me.  Sometimes being the baddest bitch on the block will mean I fight for the underdog.  And sometimes my inner badass will silently recede to the background and stand watch protectively as the softer, sweeter pieces of me show themselves.  I am so much more than any one blog or post can say.  I am more than most people will ever fucking see or understand.
~Kat