Here I Go Again
It seems to be something I do. Something that seems to work, but only for so long. And then my confidence rises, I become cocky and arrogant and the world comes crashing down. So I change everything -- work, friends, life...
Last time I worked through it. But that was 5 years ago, and life is still crapping on me. So, I guess.... time for changes. Again.
I'll admit, it's tiring running away from yourself. But when you just can't get things right, sometimes a fresh start is what's needed.
Details aren't needed as to the "why's" -- those who know me probably know some of the reasons. Those who know me very well... you know ALL of them.
This last time I really felt that I was doing something right. I felt confident, but not arrogant. I felt secure and strong. I felt like I was doing the right thing.
But shit storms should only be able to last so long, and this one, I'm hoping, has ended with it's final crash of thunder. This tree has fallen, and I'm ready to start over again.
With almost all things.
Obviously not my marriage -- my husband is the best thing that could have happened to me. And the house and animals.
No, the biggest thing I need to change is me. I need some peace, and I think I'm ready for it. So, therefore, I'm starting a fresh journal. One with a clean slate, with new opportunies and possibilites, instead of dead end thoughts and frustrations.
If you'd like the link, let me know and I'll send it to you. There are some people who follow me, however, that really don't need to be. You know who you are. (And if you're only WONDERING if you are one of those people, chances are you aren't.)
Last time I worked through it. But that was 5 years ago, and life is still crapping on me. So, I guess.... time for changes. Again.
I'll admit, it's tiring running away from yourself. But when you just can't get things right, sometimes a fresh start is what's needed.
Details aren't needed as to the "why's" -- those who know me probably know some of the reasons. Those who know me very well... you know ALL of them.
This last time I really felt that I was doing something right. I felt confident, but not arrogant. I felt secure and strong. I felt like I was doing the right thing.
But shit storms should only be able to last so long, and this one, I'm hoping, has ended with it's final crash of thunder. This tree has fallen, and I'm ready to start over again.
With almost all things.
Obviously not my marriage -- my husband is the best thing that could have happened to me. And the house and animals.
No, the biggest thing I need to change is me. I need some peace, and I think I'm ready for it. So, therefore, I'm starting a fresh journal. One with a clean slate, with new opportunies and possibilites, instead of dead end thoughts and frustrations.
If you'd like the link, let me know and I'll send it to you. There are some people who follow me, however, that really don't need to be. You know who you are. (And if you're only WONDERING if you are one of those people, chances are you aren't.)