I used to think that I wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect. That I deserved nothing less, because by Jaysus do I put a lot of freaking effort into loving and being loveable. That being said, my relationship is indeed gorgeous even though its not perfect. Let’s dissect why it took so long for my pea brain to comprehend that.
Before I fell off the face of the earth – I wrote about trying to wade my way through the Big Sad – and things I was trying to do to remain in control while my emotions spiralled.
I’m wading through the big sad and I can see the end of the ocean – but I’m not sure I want to get out just yet. It’s a strange kind of addiction – sadness – when you’ve finally learnt to live your life around it you don’t really want to say goodbye to it.
Last week I took the pre-emptive step of taking this coming Monday off work, to create what I am thinking of as my ‘Mental Health Weekend’. To try and get myself back to that happy go lucky loving life and everything about it mindset.
Nasty. Eight Legs. Unnatural. If you are fond of spiders you are going to want to stop reading right here. It does not end well for the spider in this story time.
I watched this video a few years ago about the difference between ‘high intensity fun’ and ‘low intensity fun’ and clearly the ideas from it have stuck with me.
I’m pretty sure I mentioned before that I’m terrible at doing nothing. That I need to have a ridiculous amount of schedules and daily routines to feel settled on any given day.
I have to say this has gotten so much better with the addition of one little thing.
Ive come to believe that women…and men, have been trapped in this wheel of shame and self-blame that no one likes to talk about.
There’s a weird phrase going around the internet at the moment – ‘main character energy’ – or something like that. When you look into it, it’s basically a bunch of girls framing their somewhat ordinary lives as an urban romance.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.