Greetings Rose Buddy! Can you believe it? We are officially on day seven of our writing prompt. With the first portion of the prompt, I was Led to write in a poetic form with a short explanation of what the message was for that poem. For the next six days, I will be writing in short story form. When God initially gave me the structure of how this prompt would look I was super nervous. Poems were easier for me to write consistently because they aren’t as long. However, this brought out my long time, enemy – fear. Well, we are here now and I will not continue to let fear win. Let me just preface this by saying this is a short story in blog format. So, be easy on the number of words you see. The gist is to tell a brief story on the subject.

So, here is my short story on the topic, “Better Half.” Normally, we associate this word with marriage. Spouses would playfully say this in conversation to describe their partner. I would like to take a different approach. Okay, enough of my introduction. Happy reading!

She knew her better half very well or at least she thought she did. When the darkest parts of her would surface, she was always left picking up the pieces of regret. Knowing that there could be a better way of handling things, but never being able to execute better judgment. Instead, she is judged. There is a cold emptiness in the whirlwind that is her thoughts. This good that she believed lied dormant on the inside of her was becoming a pigment of her imagination. What good is there really? How good can she possibly be when she isn’t happy with herself? There has to be better. Darkness grew to be her daily blanket. Blinding her into a life that achievements would give her the good she needed to be okay. That as long as she performs well, she will be good. That this is her good side – performance. It gave her pockets of false peace, but she couldn’t find anything to sustain the cold emptiness of whirlwind thoughts. Because when she messes up, then what good is there for her heart to hold on to? The mind constantly at a race that nobody asked to see. A race that constantly disrupts who she is supposed to be. Because she allows everyone else’s opinion to hold more weight than The Truth. She doesn’t know the truth about her. Her life has been groomed to live the dream and not the truth.

The truth was hidden but it was not out of reach. Her desires of being better was on the other side of that truth. She stumbled while finding it. It made the find that much more appreciative. How can something everyone desires, desire me, she thought. Such a great treasure to still want to be apart of me as I stumble to reach it. I reach for it, yet it found me. It found me in my cold empty whirlwind thoughts. There was no performance to receive this gift. Oddly enough, I do not believe performing would have been able to obtain it anyway. Because what good is there really? No amount of seemingly good deeds can come close to earning anything of this magnitude. Finally, her better half has come! Well, actually it made her whole. She was operating on halves her entire life wondering what could fulfill her. After several exhausting attempts, she finally understands that the goal was never to find another half, but to be whole.

She realized that wholeness did not require perfection just consent. Consent to be molded. Molding can look like beating before the art takes it shape. The potters hands as it throws the pliable clay around can be misinterpreted as abuse. However, as much as the clay is thrown around it’s still protected. Those dents will later be looked at as beautiful structure points that defines the once pile of mud to a work of art. There was no need to continue the search for a better half of herself or anyone else. She realized she was better whole.

If you came from my Instagram page, then you know I am partnering for the rest of this month with Briana Kimble, founder of Officially HER! If you haven’t already, be sure to also read my fellow writer’s blog post on www.officiallyher.org/blog and stay tuned for tomorrow’s post!