i really wanted to be able to go. i need this. someone make it so. someone FIX IT.
too often, i hang my happiness, or potential happiness, up onto this Thing, and if the Thing doesn’t happen, or doesn’t happen the way I want it to, somehow the potential for happiness is gone.
that sounds so stupid, doesn’t it?
because the Things are so small, yet I give them so much weight. capital Ts and all.
Life isn’t perfect.
Life is messy.
It’s okay that I am not perfect.
Perfection is boring.
Perfection doesn’t exist.
I’m going to be fine.
I am fine.
I am enough.
I have everything I need.
i have all these great mantras and i can go through them until i’m blue in the face, but they still don’t take away the….the what? disappointment? anger? hurt? shame?
all of the above?
this makes me feel like i am five years old, unable to tolerate such feelings so that they come pouring out of me as behaviors – physical manifestations of my nebulous emotions.
in other words – they become real.
letting go is super hard. processing this is hard.
someone teach me how.
someone please FIX IT.