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\u201cI am milk, I am red hot kitchen.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n The Scribble for this week is inspired by the song <\/span>Milk<\/span><\/i> by the band Garbage. Shirley Manson, frontwoman of the band, has said that <\/span>Milk<\/span><\/i> is about \u201c\u200b\u200bthings you can\u2019t have and you will forever wait for.\u201d This past week, I\u2019ve reflected on my own fears of being and remaining \u201cincomplete\u201d, and I have come to some important realizations.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAnd I am cool, cool as the deep blue ocean.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n In my story, the protagonist is thriving. They have a job they are passionate about, a group of trusted friends, and the feeling of being able to be unabashedly themself. They have achieved their definition of success for the moment, and, though nothing is perfect, they have come further than they ever expected and are thriving. They look around with gratitude and, at last, have time to stop and relax.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI am lost so I am cruel.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n They have the time to read books, watch movies and TV, and scroll through social media. Everything keeps screaming to them that something is missing. The doubt creeps in at night, when there are no further distractions: Will they ever be truly complete without \u201ctrue love\u201d? They see the necessity of \u201ctrue love\u201d all the time – they have since they were a kid. When the beloved characters from those beloved stories finally won, that usually included some type of prince or princess. Our protagonist feels like they won, but there is no prince or princess, so there is no way they can be fully complete. It was not a factor for their happiness at the start of their story, but maybe it should be now. All of a sudden, the protagonist fears that their story will never be complete.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cBut I’d be love and sweetness if I had you.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n I\u2019ve had a mentality shift recently. The stories I grew up on filled my brain with misinformation surrounding \u201ctrue love\u201d that negatively impacts me to this day. Maybe my life would be incomplete without \u201ctrue love,\u201d but luckily I do not go without it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Thankfully, \u201ctrue love\u201d is not something I will forever wait for. \u201cTrue love\u201d is the gratitude I felt when I passed a still-blooming purple and yellow flowered bush even though it is October. \u201cTrue love\u201d is all of the late night vulnerable conversations I have with my best friends that leave us laughing or in tears. \u201cTrue love\u201d is losing track of time and space when I draw, write, or play guitar. \u201cTrue love\u201d is the random phone call from Mom because she just wanted to hear my voice.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m waiting, I\u2019m waiting for you.\u201d<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n \u201cTrue love\u201d is thousands of things I have experienced and even more that I\u2019ve yet to experience, and I cannot wait for each and every one of them. My story is far from over, but it is by no means incomplete.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n