I got angry yesterday. I mean, I got mad as hell. But you know what… it felt good. Not the bullshit that got me angry, because that really hurt, but the ability to process it, rise above it, and then actually get pissed about it made me feel good. It still makes me feel good. Why? Because that little, stubborn, rebellious, spit-fire inside is wide awake. She’s got her sword in her hand and she’s not taking any more bullshit. It’s about fucking time!!!!!
I’m an amazing person. I’ve got so many gifts and talents, skills and knowledge, and I’m strong-willed. I’m the type of person that when I fall, I may reach up for you, but it’s not for you to pick me up and carry me… it’s just something for me grab hold and pull MYSELF up. I don’t trust people. Not that I think they’re not capable, I’ve just discovered that not many are willing, and there sure as hell not many I can depend on.
I’m fearless. Not that I’m unafraid, because I’m always afraid, terrified really. But, I still choose to move in the face of fear. I choose to leap even when I can’t breathe. I choose to plunge in knowing that it’s going to hurt. And to be frank, I’m so fucking tired of carrying other people. I’m so tired of hearing the excuses for their negligence and selfishness. I’m so tired of hoping and believing for the best in others, when they’re too damned lazy to hope and believe in themselves. I can’t carry anyone, but I’ll be more than happy to hold your hand… as I’m moving.
I’m not without trouble, stresses, problems, and obstacles. My life is FULL of them. However, I don’t avoid them, at least not anymore. I see the issue in front of me and then I start working out a step-by-step plan to get out. I focus on what I can do, and deal with what I can’t as each of the issues surface. YES, sometimes I lose things I want, opportunities, and possibilities… but I keep moving, I keep fighting, I keep hoping, and I fill my mind and heart with the positive thoughts and ideas that’s going to move me out, get me up, and get me headed in the right direction. I’m cutting out the negative, separating myself from the doubters and the whiners and complainers. You all know the type of people I’m talking about… that’s against everything, thinks the worse of everyone, and blames everything in the world for all the problems… except themselves. That shit is heavy and I’m done with it.
There’s this one friend, not even my friend, but a friend of a friend, who is always, always, always negative, thinks the worst of everyone, and when their fantasies don’t work out, blame everyone and everything for their failures. I won’t even answer his texts or calls anymore. I just don’t want that bullshit in my life. I don’t fucking care. I tried to help, I tried to encourage, I tried to show a better way, but they didn’t listen, they never intended to listen, they just wanted to complain, and I’m not a sounding board. They’ve NEVER once asked ME about anything - how I was, did I need anything, not even how was my day. OMG… these emotional vampires. NOT HAPPENING!!!! I’m cutting all this bullshit out of my life and man, it feels GOOD!
So, in loving myself and realizing I deserve good friends, people who actually care about ME, who care about my day, who care about all the stupid little crazy shit I do all the time, THOSE are the people I will give my time, love, and attention. All the rest can kiss my ass… because I’m done!!!
I’ve deleted a lot of old contacts… and it felt good. I feel lighter. I’m released from their bullshit. It’s not my job to save the world. I only am responsible to save myself. You know, I’m an amazing person and if someone can’t see that and value that… they don’t deserve my friendship. I’m a damned good friend. I’m an even better woman. I have so much love to give and share. I’m awake. I’m fighting now, and I’m focused, and I love myself very much. Watch me… fly.
Till Next Time,