Emotional Baggage.
Yeah, I have it.
Suitcases of it.
But, I own it, just me.
I deal with it and often I carry it with pride. And, when I can’t carry it with pride, I carry it with dignity.
It’s hard-won cynicism and wisdom. I refuse to be told I’m not allowed to stand up for myself.
My Louis Vuitton suitcases of emotional baggage.
At least I make them look good. Name them. Love them. Deal with them.
Moreover, at least I carry them myself.
(and no, I won’t carry yours for you)