I have a strange feeling that I'm at a turning point, and I don't know what's around the corner. What ever it is, being able to reflect for a second before I react will only be helpful. That's the only thing in my control.
He asked if I was sure, and I very boldly told him that’s why I’d asked to my house. A few months later, as a number of different circumstances aligned, I ask suggested he move in. I didn’t ask, more like sold him on the concept.
It’s times like this that I actually feel grown up. Like I’m an adult with a 3 dimensional life. Not like I’m an imposter who’s faking it in public and almost like the toys in Toy Story, but in reverse, that when I’m alone I flop and become inanimate.
I thought I had lunch in the fridge at work but I didn't so I got adventurous in the food court. (That's either the saddest sentence ever, or an accurate reflection of city life.)
She was devastated, not so much about the reason for his announcement, but by what that announcement meant about their relationship. Her biggest pain was that he would know how much this would upset her, and that he would do it anyway. Her pain would have lower value to him than his participation in this potentially once in a lifetime moment.
Sharing good news or our darkest thoughts with the hope of lightening our own load, and possibly even encouraging others, but with no exception of the outcome is a reasonable, gentle form of self-expression.
I'm always thinking about the ends of a spectrum or which point I'm at along it, but I rarely feel like I'm in the middle. Maybe this is contentment?
This developing awareness of the connection between my internal and external, physical and emotional worlds is fascinating. It's all so chicken-and-the-egg. Is the awareness of this energy fueling the fascination, or is the fascination fuelling the energy?
... lemon difficult' as Ollie Reeder would say. I'm attempting a birthday gift for my husband. It's not going well. He doesn't like his birthday or gifts. Each year I give him something modest on the day and wish him 'Happy 9th of July'. I also don't think a big hoo-hah needs to be made … Continue reading Day 357 – ‘Difficult, difficult…
I am crackers. Crackers in the self-destructive, lacking restraint, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome way.