Reclaiming me

I am reclaiming my space, my voice, my likes and dislikes, I am reclaiming me. Sometimes when we make deep connections with someone, we tend for their likes to become ours, their musical taste to slowly slip into our CD drive, until your 6CD changer now holds 5 of their favourites and one of yours.

I am reclaiming my music. This morning I filled my CD drive with cds of all my old familiar sounds and sung to the top of the car roof…I felt liberated and happy.

Then you find yourself cooking their favourite food, and forgetting what is yours, quietly brain washing our taste pallets into believing that this tasteless dish in front you, was always your number one pick.

This afternoon I will make a detour to the supermarket and try to jog my memory into remembering what I truly love.

I am reclaiming my favourites. Maybe this result from wanting to please, and while we are busy pleasing others, who pleases us, besides memories.