The lesson

I did my monthly tarot pull last week. In preparation for the new month, I thought about Junes of past, present, and future. I thought about my brothers birthday. I thought about the thick southern air. Illinois corn fields, state fairs. Work. Applications. School. Adulthood. Precipice.

I thought about a red flag as blatant as a soiled tourniquet. Crimson. Glaring. And after that summer, I have a strict list of things I will not put up with, of bullshit not to be tolerated. (I'll smoke my trees raw and not take them in gummy form. I will not bake for any new partners until month three.) My unconditional kindness is my Achilles heel, and bitch you are the arrow. (I will never date anyone with unresolved mommy issues. Matter fact, bring your therapist to the door with you or you will not be permitted enterance) And how I allowed a self serving, privlaged white girl to shoot me, I will never know. (Anyone who specifies that they have commitment issues is not for you... I feel like that should have been obvious from the start) Bella, you taught me so much, and for that I should thank you. Valuable life lessons like,

Truth without kindness is cruelty.

And how to spot a person who is good for real.

And

You can drag my name through the mud all you want, that new girl is not going to see you any different. I hope you're better to her than you were to me, she's pretty.

(There's a clear line between light gossip and "Wow lil mama, do you ever mind your business." Trust yourself enough to know where it is)

And lastly

The thing about good people

People who are REALLY good

People

They don't switch up. Even through all that you've done, I am still kind. I still love. I still pull my tarot every month. I still pray for my friends, for my mother, for my soul. Sometimes even you.

So talk your shit girl, you deserve it.

Just don't let it hit the fan.