When its no longer fun. Just stop. Its that simple. How often do we stay in situations and make every excuse in the book as to why we should stay there? We treat ourselves like prisoner's of war in life. We act like relationships, parents, children, jobs, religion, our weight, and many other things are holding guns to our heads threatening to shoot us dead if we don't continue to move according to their constraints. As I continue on this journey of making myself over, I release all of those binds that prevent me to live my happiest life. Mom, I don't care if you want me somewhere. It doesn't make me happy to be there, so I will not go. Baby Daddy, I don't like how you disrespect me on Instagram and pretend like you're there for your children, it upsets me, so I will no longer look. I don't like not spending time with my kids, so I will stop working 9-5s that prevent me from growing with my children. We can't control everything in life, but we can make choices that increase our happiness. One of the best ways to figure that out is what feels fun to you. I recently was seeing someone that was so much fun. Somehow, we got into a situation that left us both feeling depleted and awful. It opened a world full out doubt and confusion. For me it was easily solvable by communicating and agreeing to disagree. For him it is best to not communicate and believe what he wants to believe with out affording me the opportunity to tell him my thoughts. I'm proud because in the past, I would have been trying to force my truth on him and become hostage to my feelings of "love". But the truth is, if you are unwilling to listen to me and come up with your own wrong conclusions, then you are no longer a safe and fun place for me. So DEUCES. This situation no longer works for me. I'm too old to sweep things under a rug and allow them to fester until they morph into resentment. | Jason's World - Standing TallAs you know, I have a little brother that experienced a terrible and unexplained brain bleed which has left him with limited movement in his body and blindness. We've been on the path to recovery since it happened in December of 2011, but this past month was especially hard because his high school senior class graduated and he is left behind. As we celebrated this new and exciting time for his friends, we spent a lot of time crying at the fact that Jason is not part of this transition. But guess what? Typically I have to help him stand up to transfer him, but yesterday he stood up by himself. Although he had to hold me to do it, he didn't need me to hold him! He then held himself up for several seconds as well. WOO HOO! I don't know. I FEEL the positive change. |