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Detachment...that sort of sums up how I've been feeling lately.
I've turned over a new leaf. Since I've been so angry lately, I went back to the gym and started running. Every time I get good and angry, on come the track pants and tennis shoes and I run. Miles and miles. It's better than eating my way through it, as I've done in the past. And my ass is certainly looking better than ever.
Now, if I can just stay angry long enough to run myself into a bikini by summer.
Things sort of spun out of control for awhile but they're getting back on track slowly. I had an important talk with someone last night, and this time around, I think they really *heard* the point I needed to make. There was no anger, no burning hatred. Just honesty and a willingness to listen. It's been easy to place blame squarely on the shoulders of another when angry, but I think accepting my share of the blame has been a good thing. A cathartic thing.
Sometimes, when you care about someone so much, that person doesn't return your affection. You get to a point where you just have to let them go, otherwise you're only tying yourself down to a fleeting hope and avoiding all other valid possibilities for this person who doesn't realize that every failed promise is another fracture in your heart.
Changes have been made. Some good. Some bad. The difference, is that I'm back in control.
And the detachment? Perhaps for now, it's better this way.
I've turned over a new leaf. Since I've been so angry lately, I went back to the gym and started running. Every time I get good and angry, on come the track pants and tennis shoes and I run. Miles and miles. It's better than eating my way through it, as I've done in the past. And my ass is certainly looking better than ever.
Now, if I can just stay angry long enough to run myself into a bikini by summer.
Things sort of spun out of control for awhile but they're getting back on track slowly. I had an important talk with someone last night, and this time around, I think they really *heard* the point I needed to make. There was no anger, no burning hatred. Just honesty and a willingness to listen. It's been easy to place blame squarely on the shoulders of another when angry, but I think accepting my share of the blame has been a good thing. A cathartic thing.
Sometimes, when you care about someone so much, that person doesn't return your affection. You get to a point where you just have to let them go, otherwise you're only tying yourself down to a fleeting hope and avoiding all other valid possibilities for this person who doesn't realize that every failed promise is another fracture in your heart.
Changes have been made. Some good. Some bad. The difference, is that I'm back in control.
And the detachment? Perhaps for now, it's better this way.