This is the title of todays message in my daily morning reading from the book "The language Of Letting Go" written by Melody Beattie. Here is the opening paragraph: "When I Meet New people Or Get In A New Relationship, I Start Putting All These Repressive Restrictions On Myself. I Can't Have My Feelings. Can't Have My Wants And Needs. Can't Have My History, Can't Do The Things I Want, Feel The Feelings I Am Feeling, Or Say What I Need To Say. I Turn Into This Repessed, Perfectionistic Robot, Instead Of Being Who I Am: ME
(Anonymous)
No wonder it is so difficult to start new relationships, make new friends; no wonder people stay in unhealthy relationships, at least they are familiar, even the discomfort and pain of them are familiar. Right now I want to congratulate everyone who has had the intestinal fortitute, o.k. guts, to leave the familiar discomfort and start over; to take that risk of being alone with themselves for a while and not settling for the first person who seems to fill the void of emptiness. I have done this a few times, sometimes by choice, sometimes like 3 years ago, when it forced on me. I was fortunate in that I had family, however, inside me I felt alone and I endured that aloneness for as long as I had to until slowly, so damn slowly, I began to heal. I am so glad in retrospect that I took those long months, perhaps more than a year before I ventured out again to find potential friends. Because I had that alone, lonely time I think I made better choices. I do have friends again, perhaps I will have love again, I hope so, I am even beginning to think so. I came into these relationships and will continue to come to them as myself, not as someone who I think you want and need me to be. I am o.k. "Being Who I Am". And it only 70 something years to get here, pretty sad, but not as sad as those who never arrive at all.............Thoughts In The Afternoon..........
Saturday, March 5th, 2011..............2:44p.m.
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