Considering Emperor again.
Working with a total waste today. I’ve wanted to tell him 10000 times to turn his music down. I put in earplugs for my own relief.
I’ve never considered myself powerful.
Damn. There’s this awareness that… I think he should protect me. The expectation, the growing want for him to show kindness.
The wait. The wait. The wait.
(I finally asked him to turn it down. He gave that defiant stare. Dumbass. And he did)
That wait turns to bitterness and blame. Me blaming people for ME not speaking up.
Lots of thoughts coming up. Flashes of Emperor successes. Little ones were huge to me.
Taking action is how I’ve made changes. Studying details of “how” never have. Lots of dreams with no action left me disempowered.
I fucking hate talking about shit without taking action. I used to hide there, thinking I couldn’t change much.