02: Dig If You Will The Picture
I’ve tried not to make irrecoverable or forced errors. I’ve tried to not run from my pain and grieving but protecting the past from C’s wrath isn’t my responsibility either.
Read More 02: Dig If You Will The PictureLove Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I’ve tried not to make irrecoverable or forced errors. I’ve tried to not run from my pain and grieving but protecting the past from C’s wrath isn’t my responsibility either.
Read More 02: Dig If You Will The PictureThis is the first week in a very long time, where I am not overwhelmed with feelings of shame and humiliation. I did what I did. I cannot undue it. I cannot change any of it.
Read More 01: A Fresh StartI adulted…and I can do that because I’m dealing with my shit, my traumas, my decisions, and my consequences. I blame no one.
Read More 153.02 The Pattern (Part 2)“It can be true that your husband is a kind, good-hearted soul. And also true that he made choices that hurt you deeply.” via Elle Grant, Author
Read More 152: ParadoxesSpaghettiSam asks, “What has changed in this person so that the next time a crisis occurs or they aren’t feeling loved and special they don’t opt to go fuck another person?”
Good question.
Read More 149: Thoughts on They Cheat Because Their Souls Were Starving (Oh Brother) by SpaghettiSamDo you know where you want to be in 10 years? I do.
Read More 142: This is where I amI miss her. Sometimes I would just sit in the living room and watch her paint. I know she has been struggling with creating. I hope this is the start of her uncorking her creative bottle.
Read More 141: It’s not about meI realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.
Read More 140: Parable of the Prickly PorcupineI realize now my anger and defensiveness were about armoring my heart. I cannot get to where I want to go when weighed down by my anger’s armor.
Read More 140: Parable of the Prickly Porcupine137.01 Remember
Seven years in a few seconds. She laughed. She smiled. She loved me. I loved her.
What did she love about me? I brought this out in her?
Read More 137.01 Remember
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