I assume I need permission for everything. That nothing is mine to take. (Possible exception of food? But no, I am polite and restrained if it is someone else’s to offer, only access to the supermarket or my own fridge or a cafe en route allows me to satisfy my greed untrammelled.) Continue reading Asking Nicely. Or Not At All.
It’s like drinking poison and thinking it will kill the other person. Learn to forgive, it’s better for you. Don’t be so bitter. Get over it! Let go. Continue reading Revisiting Forgiveness
Back to work yesterday and it didn’t seem as bad as before, something had shifted. A few months of therapy, a few years of thinking and talking, and a week’s retreat. Finally starting to unravel the habits of a lifetime. Continue reading Asking For What You Want
Grudges and grievances. I have been reflecting rather unhappily on the sad recognition that sometimes (only sometimes!) when things don’t go as badly as expected, I am disappointed. That strikes me as mad, but there is no avoiding the fact that it does happen. Continue reading Disappointed When Not Disappointed
Had lunch with two women I barely know but met through my old college. It was lovely. A little Spanish restaurant where we each chose tapas to share while we chatted about all manner of things. Nice place. I used to go there with BH years ago. But (though we talked about relationships with partners and exes) it wasn’t him I thought of afterwards. Continue reading Always Friendship (or Any Relationship?) On Someone Else’s Terms