My love is 6 feet under

What does it mean for a love to be 6 feet under? Under what? Just under something. I’d say it is under grief for me. It is filled with anger and grief. Being stuck in its own box, trapped, blocked. I want to unblock it, u want to unbox it. I want to feel better and I want to feel greater. I want to feel grateful to my dad, in a seen and touchable way. I want to have my prior capital and my own responsible cash-on-based decisions.

By this exact time 5 month away from when I started writing down “6 minutes daily” - I want to have strongs habits built in my routine - like morning routine that truly helps me get ready and Devine for my day. I want to feel strong and energized. I want to have an understanding of my learning abilities.

I’m driving my car to the fields. Where I do nothing but admiring my great will. It is me. It is me who makes chmages in my life.

Right now as I’m writing this, I only came across for the first time a will of appreciation and gratitude to my dad. I noticed that I don’t let him show his care and love to me the way he truly wants to.

Me is me. Slower and more of a quality my life and my time will get us my process and my feeling of responsibility.

As of 4th July I now want to be:
Grateful to my father
Grateful to my mother
Physical excercise active and hard 3 times
Cook myself 4 times a week and follow an eating diary