Out of my Hands

I have a relative with a violent temper.  The thought of him having children made me anxious.  There
were moments when I wanted his ability to have children to be thwarted.

He never had children. I wasted time and concern on a potential event that never happened..

Furthermore, on an event that  was out of my hands..

So Easy

It would have been so easy to replay the self-peace stripping conversations with a person from my past..over and over..in my head..from the previous week-end

I chose an alternative route...I contacted women that accepted me for who I am..giving me the benefit of the doubt..and thanked them

Combat with Houmer

A friend and I were discussing the difficult  personalities in our lives. We were laughing about the extreme awkwardness of it all..wondering how our lives had gotten to this point...

My friend and I are choosing to combat the thorns of our lives with houmer

Torched

A co-worker publicly insulted my looks.  My girlfriend declared that he should be torched.

Now, that is a good girlfriend!

Walking Away

I thought I was changing..truly evolving..you know, improving my ability to strip away certain negative behaviors that are not relevant to my everyday life.. sadly, no

I was reunited with a person from my past..we share a history with his anger..I was not fearful about
seeing him because I had thought of him in neutral terms during our multi-year separation

When he screamed and waved his arms at me..I reverted back to textbook mistakes in communication
EXCEPT for one

I walked away,first, when he was shouting: MOM AND DAD WISHED YOU HAD NEVER BEEN
BORN!

A good start on the advancing of my emotional timeline

A Beloved's Ending

A beloved finished her email to me with a paragraph starting with the question, "what I like about you"?

The paragraph embodied positive bulletin points reinforcing my behaviors in stories that I had
said in a patchwork of communications...voice mails,letters and rich Sunday catch-ups..

I burst out with such emotion..her decision to end her general email the way she did changed my
whole spirit.

String of Strangers

My "daily call" has a nine year old daughter.  I adore her.  She hears a narrative of my life from the
back seat of her mother's car.

My "little friend" contributed, "I love you,Rebecca,  you have a terrible love life"

I do not have a love life..I know a string of  strangers..or perhaps they are a string of  strange men