November 2011
16 posts
596 Days
I feel a jump in my step again. Between my newly regular workouts and the new vegan diet, I feel like my body is clean and even though I still suffer from many sleepless nights, I feel like I have more energy- I no longer NEED coffee or 5 hour energy like I did just a couple months ago. If I’m really tired, I’ll nap. As much as my work at the facility we live in stresses me out, I...
I recently joined an on line forum. One I regret to have joined because I can’t help but feel like I’m being spammed with useless information. I’m about to quit it much like I quit the fb thing. Reaching out to the community around, I think I may have made a new friend. I look forward to connecting with people who want to spend time with me.
Taking my time for people who choose...
598 Days- Reflections towards healing
I’ve been much more accepting of my circumstances. I have a peace about my future that I haven’t had in a long time. I’m investing my time into a business that will provide a better opportunity for me and my family. I’ve been waiting for the emotional support from Hubster and not taking the steps to improve my situation on my own. It’s time for that to change.
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““Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the...
602 Days. Starting over.
Fresh start. A friendship that went distant in the one of the worst seasons of my life became renewed yesterday. We apologized for each other’s actions. The acknowledgement of pursuing my marriage with even a little hope was reassuring. I was so encouraged by the acceptance- something I feel I have not had enough of lately.
Today was a busy day. Yesterday was Veterans Day as well as my...
603 Days- Emotional Healing
For the past week, I’ve a hard time processing my thoughts. I’ve been in a mental funk. Listening and playing the video [just once] of the judge abusing his daughter has really put into perspective how much trauma I went through in my childhood. If I had to choose between methodical ‘discipline’ and erratic rage, I would prefer the former.
Last night, we prepped for an...
Just cool. I feel similarly. Most of my friends...
606 Days
I’ve been looking forward to today for a while. I met up with a dear friend- someone that lights up the world around me. We sat and ate at a cute little vegan friendly diner by the beach. I didn’t want to leave. I missed the joy-filled moments we shared and was in so much peace to share a little bit of our journey together.
I look forward to re-connecting with her further. For...
608 Days, Go away Mister Hubster.
Last night, after a weekend with our family, I decided to trim my hair on my own. I didn’t EXACTLY know what I was doing, but I knew I wanted it to look more like a style and less like a uniform thickness. I trimmed all the sides, the back, layered the top so when it is styled, my hair would be less thick and have a more natural reaction to products. I loved it, except for the little...
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610 Days, Ladies Night Italian Dinner
I met up with some friends tonight. Beautiful ladies that are truly supportive and a blessing to know.
We chatted over our meal and enjoyed a comped dessert along with a lemon sorbet packed into a lemon peel. We enjoyed maybe 4-5 hours of pure conversation. I need more of this.
When I arrived to my in-laws, Mister Hubster was seated in the dark. He suggested I grab the kids from the other...
611 Days-
Watching people around me poison their world with bitterness and jealousy. I’m actually weirded out by the actions of many people around me. The best I can do is keep silent. I don’t want any part of me to look or sound like them. It’s immature.
Today I had the pleasure of sharing the beginning of my work day with a new social worker for our house. I am looking forward to...
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WatchHeard about this on the radio today. The audio clip alone reminded me of the trauma I experienced as a kid growing up at home under my mother. I can’t watch the video without bawling. Without the belt, just pure brunt rage, this was my very existence in my home on a regular basis- up until the age of 17. If I spilled milk…. yeah. Pretty crappy.
Living with fear under a person like that...