My Little Queen
The little queen reigning my head can decide my fate for me
My head, a catastrophically cluttered mess, feels like it’s on the brink of driving me into a meltdown. Inside my head, I could imagine a tiny me bulldozing my thunderously loud thoughts out through my ears. I could see another me wiping my eye-windows clean of any cloudy perceptions. I can imagine small construction workers within my heart moving to remove the bricks that have found their way over my heart, making it possible once again for me to feel light and not burdened by the robust bricks of negativity.
Of course, it’s all thanks to the little queen of my body living in my head. There she sat on her throne made of candy canes and liquorice (because who doesn’t have a sweet tooth?) with a polished crown resting on her small head. She could see through my eye-windows, and she could see every little detail — ranging from the things that caused an overflowing amount of joy to seep through me, and the things that trigger a bubbling, ruthless rage that washes over me. This little queen knows where I find peace, and which other human amplifies this calm state of mind.
As soon as I remember that the little queen is in charge, I can feel myself relax. No one knows me better than I know myself, and perhaps instead of this being perceived as an indication to loneliness, it can be viewed as a form of self-reliance inducing independence and inner peace. The queen in my head — the queen of myself, directs my movements, my words, and my actions. If she can do all of this, then why must I rely on another to help me make my own choices?
The mind is now decluttered, the heart feels beautifully open, the eyes feel so sharp and clean, and it’s all thanks to the little queen. She can make my choices for me. She can decide what’s best for me. No matter how hard it may seem to accept, I need to remind myself that it is entirely up to me to change the way I see life and behave accordingly. It all starts with me. It’s all in my hands.
