Peace everyone.
Isn't it funny how we attach ourselves to things? I find that I cycle through "moments" of certain things that I can't live without. I wrote a similar post a while back and while many of those still hold a high place in my life, I've recently added a few things. It's a good thing I really don't do drugs...I'd be in a terrible place otherwise. I've got such an addictive personality; hence the name.
Here you go---the latest addictions:
*Vitamin Water- I don't know how or when. One day, I had one and then I couldn't live without them. My goal was to have every flavor made. At Stop-N-Shop (our local grocery chain) they run deals where you can get 10 Vitamin Waters for $10!!! I was in heaven. Favorite flavors to date: Formula 50 (gotta support his business ventures), XXX (Sex in the City brand), Defense, and Energy. Vitamin Water-try it.
*Asparagus- Really? Yes! It's so wonderful! Clearly, it's the new broccoli. Grilled, steamed, sauteed I am in love. I order it every chance I get. For those of you who have...digestive side effects, be mindful. While wonderful and good for you, it may give you a healthy dose of flatulence to boot.
*Tiffany & Co.- OK. I know this one may seem a bit off the map, but over the last year, I've developed a special fondness for that little blue box. What woman doesn't love it? I'm not dripping with jewelry (I only have 3 pieces to date), but what it represents is timeless. Class, elegance, the finer things in life. Tiffany's has only been sung about, featured in movies (Sweet Home Alabama!!) and be documented a few hundred times. I'd say that makes it a strong candidate on my list. That...and I wouldn't mind adding a few more boxes to my collection.
*Water w/ Lemon- My new obsession. I live for Lemon-water. Something about it...it's refreshing, light, and if you add Splenda, you can make lemonade. I know, I know, it's hood, but true.
*Raspberry and Pomegranate Martinis- Love them! Perfect summer beverage. Fruity, feminine and fierce. Next to diamonds, a martini is a girl's best friend.
*Pedicures- I am that chick--if I'm stepping out and my toes are going to be out, then they have to be on point. In the winter, I get them less frequently, but in the summer they are subject to regular treatment at least once a month. Gotta keep my game tight ya heard?
*Trendy bags- You can never go wrong in this area. A great bag can totally make an outfit. My most recent purchase-and Ed Hardy tote-is my latest addition. I won't tell you how much I paid for it...just know it was worth it.
*Kickboxing- My refuge, my stress-reliever, my passion. Of all the classes I teach and all the fitness outlets I'm certified in Kickboxing is my favorite. I currently teach it twice a week and I LOVE IT! There's nothing better than getting out all the pent up energy of my day and motivating the folks that take my classes and kicking their butts. It's my release; I'm 100% in the zone when I teach this class. My students say I "hulk out" then come back down when class is over. I don't make it easy; they work hard and get a hellified workout in the process. One of the few times I'll pop my own collar; I'm a damn good instructor.
I try to keep my addictions in check. So far, so good...
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Sleepless in...
*Have you ever been up so long that when it's time for you to sleep you just can't?
That was me yesterday.
I woke up at 4am to pack for a trip. I typically get up at 5am on days I have to open so the fact that I was up a full 60 minutes earlier was a stretch. I got packed, got my stuff together for work and was out the door by 5:20 and at work by 5:50. Have I mentioned that this was all AM? I am NOT a morning person by any means.
I arrived at work with 10 minutes to get things going before a 6am meeting, followed by a 7am training session. With that out the way, I proceeded to get my workout in since I would lose the opportunity later in my day to do so. One sweaty hour and 10 minutes later, I'm headed to shower and dress for a department meeting. That takes me through the next 2 hours and at noon, I'm back prepared to teach classes (Intervelocity and Pilates) for the next 2 hours. At 2:15 (we're now in the PM) I have my final training session of the day. I wrap up my life by 3:15 and jump right into the ride for a 3 1/2 hour trip to Dirty Jerz. At 8:00 I'm putting my stuff down and ready to grub. I'm so tired at this point I don't even know my name. But I muster up the strength to enjoy my evening. By the time I'm full and back to the hotel, it's around 10 and I need toothpicks to hold my eyelids open. Do I crawl into bed and pass out? Not quite. Silly me--I put on my pj's and get into bed...with my laptop. I spend the next 90 minutes doing work. What? I'm clearly delirious at this point; running completely on fumes. I do some Facebooking, blog-browse and finally shut down my computer around 1AM.
Now--I should be dead at this point, but I've been up so long I can't even sleep. My second wind had kicked in and I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I ordered two Lemon Drop martini's to help me unwind, but the silly fools sent me regulars instead. Now I'm a solider, but not a general. The were so strong; I had to let them be. I was pissed. How do you eff up a martini?
So...I did what any normal person would do: at 1:30AM I turned my TV to ESPN and let the sweet sounds of Sportscenter lull me away. I don't remember what time I drifted off, I just know that I woke up around and the sun was up.
Ain't that a B?
*a random rant by the Addict
That was me yesterday.
I woke up at 4am to pack for a trip. I typically get up at 5am on days I have to open so the fact that I was up a full 60 minutes earlier was a stretch. I got packed, got my stuff together for work and was out the door by 5:20 and at work by 5:50. Have I mentioned that this was all AM? I am NOT a morning person by any means.
I arrived at work with 10 minutes to get things going before a 6am meeting, followed by a 7am training session. With that out the way, I proceeded to get my workout in since I would lose the opportunity later in my day to do so. One sweaty hour and 10 minutes later, I'm headed to shower and dress for a department meeting. That takes me through the next 2 hours and at noon, I'm back prepared to teach classes (Intervelocity and Pilates) for the next 2 hours. At 2:15 (we're now in the PM) I have my final training session of the day. I wrap up my life by 3:15 and jump right into the ride for a 3 1/2 hour trip to Dirty Jerz. At 8:00 I'm putting my stuff down and ready to grub. I'm so tired at this point I don't even know my name. But I muster up the strength to enjoy my evening. By the time I'm full and back to the hotel, it's around 10 and I need toothpicks to hold my eyelids open. Do I crawl into bed and pass out? Not quite. Silly me--I put on my pj's and get into bed...with my laptop. I spend the next 90 minutes doing work. What? I'm clearly delirious at this point; running completely on fumes. I do some Facebooking, blog-browse and finally shut down my computer around 1AM.
Now--I should be dead at this point, but I've been up so long I can't even sleep. My second wind had kicked in and I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I ordered two Lemon Drop martini's to help me unwind, but the silly fools sent me regulars instead. Now I'm a solider, but not a general. The were so strong; I had to let them be. I was pissed. How do you eff up a martini?
So...I did what any normal person would do: at 1:30AM I turned my TV to ESPN and let the sweet sounds of Sportscenter lull me away. I don't remember what time I drifted off, I just know that I woke up around and the sun was up.
Ain't that a B?
*a random rant by the Addict
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Random: Pt. 2
Peace everyone.
I've decided to revisit my "Random" post a second time around. This time, I have some things that are a bit more thought provoking. The idea is to add my own rationale behind the various topics. Some of these are quite random, but I hope you find it an interesting read. Who knows? It may be good enough for Sixty-eight to jack again...
-Who's the bigger player: Bill Clinton or JFK?
*JFK without question. Actually, both were in their own way, but you can tell a true playa by the company he keeps. Bill is married to Hillary; while she's smart, she's a bit homely. JFK married Jakie O...the Diva of all Divas! She was a debutant with killer shades and was always ready for the runway. Bill kept it close with Gennifer Flowers and Monica Lewinsky. JFK ran around with Angie Dickinson and Marilyn Monroe. If you're gonna do it, do it like you're doing it for TV. Need I say more?
-NCAA or NBA?
*NCAA all day. Way more heart in the game before the contracts and endorsements. I'll make an exception for the NBA playoffs and finals though. Sometimes, regular season games look like practice made for TV. It's not until the playoffs and finals that the superheros come out.
-Tony Montanna or Toni Morrison?
*Tony Montanna is definitely an icon in his own right. Who can forget all the infamous lines? But Toni Morrison, is timeless. She wrote one of the greatest novels (Their Eyes Were Watching God) in under two months!! If you don't know, educate yourself.
-Cigarettes or Cigars?
*Cigars all day. Cigarettes just don't create the vibe that cigars do. Think about it: cigars give off that classy, suave, upstanding vibe. They have been said to represent the finer things in life; wealth, success, power. The process it takes to make a high quality cigar can metaphor life in some ways. It takes time, effort, hard work to accomplish something of great quality that you can be proud of. And they smell good! I don't hear anyone complimenting the smell of a Newport or a Virginia Slim.
-Kobe or LeBron?
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I've decided to revisit my "Random" post a second time around. This time, I have some things that are a bit more thought provoking. The idea is to add my own rationale behind the various topics. Some of these are quite random, but I hope you find it an interesting read. Who knows? It may be good enough for Sixty-eight to jack again...
-Who's the bigger player: Bill Clinton or JFK?
*JFK without question. Actually, both were in their own way, but you can tell a true playa by the company he keeps. Bill is married to Hillary; while she's smart, she's a bit homely. JFK married Jakie O...the Diva of all Divas! She was a debutant with killer shades and was always ready for the runway. Bill kept it close with Gennifer Flowers and Monica Lewinsky. JFK ran around with Angie Dickinson and Marilyn Monroe. If you're gonna do it, do it like you're doing it for TV. Need I say more?
-NCAA or NBA?
*NCAA all day. Way more heart in the game before the contracts and endorsements. I'll make an exception for the NBA playoffs and finals though. Sometimes, regular season games look like practice made for TV. It's not until the playoffs and finals that the superheros come out.
-Tony Montanna or Toni Morrison?
*Tony Montanna is definitely an icon in his own right. Who can forget all the infamous lines? But Toni Morrison, is timeless. She wrote one of the greatest novels (Their Eyes Were Watching God) in under two months!! If you don't know, educate yourself.
-Cigarettes or Cigars?
*Cigars all day. Cigarettes just don't create the vibe that cigars do. Think about it: cigars give off that classy, suave, upstanding vibe. They have been said to represent the finer things in life; wealth, success, power. The process it takes to make a high quality cigar can metaphor life in some ways. It takes time, effort, hard work to accomplish something of great quality that you can be proud of. And they smell good! I don't hear anyone complimenting the smell of a Newport or a Virginia Slim.
-Kobe or LeBron?
*This one I find interesting...I'll leave this one open for discussion. Be sure to get at me in the comments!
-The beach or the mountains?
*The beach!!! OK- both present the opportunity for seclusion, being closer with nature and peace, but something about the beach just does it for me. Seeing the sun rise, hearing the waves crash, seeing how wide and never-ending the ocean is...wow. It does something to your spirit...bring a level of peace you can't find anywhere else. Where do I sign?
Got a few more, but I'll save that for another post...
*Sixty-eight: holla at me. Would love your input on a part 3...or a new line-up altogether.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Random
I had the urge to blog, but nothing in particular to write about. How's that for an oxymoron?
I think this is one of those times where I'm just going to write about random things I think about and wonder if anyone else does too. Here goes...
Why do people not use their turn signals correctly? They just drive, slow down, turn and expect us to know that's what they are going to do. That really irks me to no end.
Why do white people feel the need to hook up the only two black people they know?
I watched a young lady buy a $319 pair of jeans the other day. Would you?
Don't you hate it when you see someone, and you know they see you but try to act like they don't?
Does anyone besides me miss Inspector Gadget? Martin? New York Undercover?
Did anyone (besides me) eat Bonkers when they were a kid?? Man, I used to love those things!
Are you going green? It's all the rage right now.
It cost me $47 to fill up my Toyota Corolla last week. That's a problem.
Why is it that people often won't do in return what you are willing to do for them without question?
Did Jay & B really get married?
How come our audio is often not linked up with our video? (In other words, why do we say one thing and do another?)
Do you ever wonder if people speaking another language are really talking about you?
Charlie Murphy once said on an episode of Dave Chapelle, "even when slapping was fashionable..." Was slapping ever fashionable?
Do you love like it's never going to hurt...even when it does?
I think this is one of those times where I'm just going to write about random things I think about and wonder if anyone else does too. Here goes...
Why do people not use their turn signals correctly? They just drive, slow down, turn and expect us to know that's what they are going to do. That really irks me to no end.
Why do white people feel the need to hook up the only two black people they know?
I watched a young lady buy a $319 pair of jeans the other day. Would you?
Don't you hate it when you see someone, and you know they see you but try to act like they don't?
Does anyone besides me miss Inspector Gadget? Martin? New York Undercover?
Did anyone (besides me) eat Bonkers when they were a kid?? Man, I used to love those things!
Are you going green? It's all the rage right now.
It cost me $47 to fill up my Toyota Corolla last week. That's a problem.
Why is it that people often won't do in return what you are willing to do for them without question?
Did Jay & B really get married?
How come our audio is often not linked up with our video? (In other words, why do we say one thing and do another?)
Do you ever wonder if people speaking another language are really talking about you?
Charlie Murphy once said on an episode of Dave Chapelle, "even when slapping was fashionable..." Was slapping ever fashionable?
Do you love like it's never going to hurt...even when it does?
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Growing Pains
Peace everyone.
In more ways than one, I can see the growth in myself since the beginning of '08. It's amazing how things in life change. That which used to seem so important becomes so trivial. The things I used to stress about I now look back on and laugh. As we mature, so do our actions, thoughts, and perspectives on life. We move away from the "little girl/boy" way of thinking and evolve into a new, more well-rounded version of our self It's funny; our personalities are pretty much developed and determined by the time we're 3 or 4. It's the way we allow the world to shape us that brings about change. To the core, we are who we are. We don't change. We simply create new behaviors to replace old ones. It's like being hooked on drugs---when you decide to quit, you've created a new behavior. For some, the old behavior never really gets replaced and they revert back. For others, the new behavior takes over and what was no longer has a place.
It's much the same with growth. When we allow ourselves to "grow up", we shy away from the things that we have been doing because they are comfortable or allowing others to make decisions for us. We begin to take ownership over our mistakes and (to take it a step further) recognize how that very decision may not have been the best thing. Not only that, but when we take the time to think how our actions will affect others (either before or after it has taken place)we create an opportunity for growth without really knowing it.
Many times, we may find ourselves in a position that leaves us wondering what to do next, or where do I go from here? It's in these moments, when we seek to find the answer and do, that we are truly growing. It's not until after the moment has passed and we look back do we see our accomplishments in 20/20. These are some of the most profound moments in our lives. Not only that, but when others notice it, the moment is that much sweeter.
Just a little tidbit from the things I learned during my blog hiatus :)
Be Blessed.
In more ways than one, I can see the growth in myself since the beginning of '08. It's amazing how things in life change. That which used to seem so important becomes so trivial. The things I used to stress about I now look back on and laugh. As we mature, so do our actions, thoughts, and perspectives on life. We move away from the "little girl/boy" way of thinking and evolve into a new, more well-rounded version of our self It's funny; our personalities are pretty much developed and determined by the time we're 3 or 4. It's the way we allow the world to shape us that brings about change. To the core, we are who we are. We don't change. We simply create new behaviors to replace old ones. It's like being hooked on drugs---when you decide to quit, you've created a new behavior. For some, the old behavior never really gets replaced and they revert back. For others, the new behavior takes over and what was no longer has a place.
It's much the same with growth. When we allow ourselves to "grow up", we shy away from the things that we have been doing because they are comfortable or allowing others to make decisions for us. We begin to take ownership over our mistakes and (to take it a step further) recognize how that very decision may not have been the best thing. Not only that, but when we take the time to think how our actions will affect others (either before or after it has taken place)we create an opportunity for growth without really knowing it.
Many times, we may find ourselves in a position that leaves us wondering what to do next, or where do I go from here? It's in these moments, when we seek to find the answer and do, that we are truly growing. It's not until after the moment has passed and we look back do we see our accomplishments in 20/20. These are some of the most profound moments in our lives. Not only that, but when others notice it, the moment is that much sweeter.
Just a little tidbit from the things I learned during my blog hiatus :)
Be Blessed.
Monday, April 21, 2008
In My Mind
Peace everyone.
As an addendum to my previous post, I've decided to add this draft of a post that never made it to the light of day. Just a little insight to some of what I was experiencing during my time away. This post is titled "Is This the Way Love Feels?" All comments/thoughts/feedback welcome.
Is This the Way Love Feels?
Wow...I just looked at the date of my last post and it said Jan. 23rd. Way too long away; my apologies to those who stop by on occasion to check me out.
Now, on to business.
The title of this blog is actually the name of a song on Chrisette Michele's debut CD, "I Am." It describes my thoughts perfectly. Over the past 2 months or so, I've been on a roller coaster with things in my relationship. Somehow, it went from being healthy and fun, to too serious for words.
Literally.
Innocent conversations and questions prelude uncomfortable sighs and silences coupled with thoughts of "what's he thinking?", or "did I upset her?". Now, nothing is fair game without repercussions.
I'm a women; older (beyond 25), working on becoming established, refined (0r so I like to think), intelligent, and fairly easy on the eyes. As I have matured, so has my thought process. But are my thoughts ahead of the game? Am I taking things too seriously? When issues are put on the table, my head immediately begins to swim with questions. I have, on many occasions, been known to counter with a reply of ideas my SO "just hadn't thought about." Things that are are "not that serious" to him are "big deals to me". And because it is this way, now, there is no enjoyment in going out, spending time, savoring the moment(s). I was told that lately, good times weren't had by all when we hang. That it's a strain for us to enjoy ourselves without someone getting testy (is that how you spell it?) or topics of discussion turning too serious. It was brought to my attention that the quality time may not be sufficient enough and a few other things. And all this time, I thought I was doing something right.
Background: we've been together just under a year. My job requires me to give 100% all day, everyday, and his is the opposite. When I get off work, yes I'm tired, but not too tired to engage in conversation or enjoy dinner out. His day is quiet, seated, and low key. By the time he gets off, he's ready to hit the ground running. And while I'm not opposed to that, I just need some time when I am done working to disconnect from all the people, music, activity, and demands of my job. Am I tired? Hell yes. To tired to cuddle? Not at all.
So, my question is this: Are we wasting our time? Do we just cut our losses and say it was fun while it lasted?
As an addendum to my previous post, I've decided to add this draft of a post that never made it to the light of day. Just a little insight to some of what I was experiencing during my time away. This post is titled "Is This the Way Love Feels?" All comments/thoughts/feedback welcome.
Is This the Way Love Feels?
Wow...I just looked at the date of my last post and it said Jan. 23rd. Way too long away; my apologies to those who stop by on occasion to check me out.
Now, on to business.
The title of this blog is actually the name of a song on Chrisette Michele's debut CD, "I Am." It describes my thoughts perfectly. Over the past 2 months or so, I've been on a roller coaster with things in my relationship. Somehow, it went from being healthy and fun, to too serious for words.
Literally.
Innocent conversations and questions prelude uncomfortable sighs and silences coupled with thoughts of "what's he thinking?", or "did I upset her?". Now, nothing is fair game without repercussions.
I'm a women; older (beyond 25), working on becoming established, refined (0r so I like to think), intelligent, and fairly easy on the eyes. As I have matured, so has my thought process. But are my thoughts ahead of the game? Am I taking things too seriously? When issues are put on the table, my head immediately begins to swim with questions. I have, on many occasions, been known to counter with a reply of ideas my SO "just hadn't thought about." Things that are are "not that serious" to him are "big deals to me". And because it is this way, now, there is no enjoyment in going out, spending time, savoring the moment(s). I was told that lately, good times weren't had by all when we hang. That it's a strain for us to enjoy ourselves without someone getting testy (is that how you spell it?) or topics of discussion turning too serious. It was brought to my attention that the quality time may not be sufficient enough and a few other things. And all this time, I thought I was doing something right.
Background: we've been together just under a year. My job requires me to give 100% all day, everyday, and his is the opposite. When I get off work, yes I'm tired, but not too tired to engage in conversation or enjoy dinner out. His day is quiet, seated, and low key. By the time he gets off, he's ready to hit the ground running. And while I'm not opposed to that, I just need some time when I am done working to disconnect from all the people, music, activity, and demands of my job. Am I tired? Hell yes. To tired to cuddle? Not at all.
So, my question is this: Are we wasting our time? Do we just cut our losses and say it was fun while it lasted?
Back from my most recent trip to rehab...
Peace everyone.
So....I'm back.
As I'm sure those who occasionally check my blog can see, it's been eons since my last post. I guess you could say I've been on... sabbatical? Hiatus? Vacation? Fill in the blank with your favorite word, but the long and short of it is I haven't been giving my blog the love it deserves.
Consider this my attempt at recovery from a bad relapse.
It's not that I haven't thought about blogging. Really, I have. At times, I think, who really wants to read what I have to say? But then I realized this is my therapy and I've skipped way to many sessions. This blog serves a purpose for me; a place to vent my thoughts, pose questions, and realize there are people going through just as I am.
Silly me for not taking better advantage.
Over the last few months ( I realized I haven't posted since January), I've been working like crazy, traveling, trying to diversify my portfolio (for you, B!) and many other things. I've had dealings with the SO that have caused me to take a good, hard look at myself and what I will and won't put up with. I've tried to stay true to my convictions, but at times found myself back in a place I said I'd never be again. Truth be told, I've had some downright discouraging moments. I've tried to make the best of them, but at the end of the day had to question how true I was being to myself.
It's amazing how certain outside factors can affect you. An alternative band named Incubus has a song titled "Drive" (you should check it out if you haven't heard it!) that talks about choices. The premise of the the song talks about letting fear drive our decisions and how that affects us. I can admittedly say that's been me over the last few months. But not just fear; uncertainty, doubt, and many other feelings have made their way into my life. And I allowed them to get the best of me. I could see it taking various forms in my life through my job, my relationship and issues with my family. In some cases, I was able to face it head on and come out victorious. In others, I'm not sure if I'm still fighting the battle or if I've already been defeated. Only time will tell. Thank the Man upstairs for grace and mercy, right?
As I'm sure my blog is rather vague about exactly what I've been going through recently, just know that it's been a somewhat tormented time. I'm a Scorpio and while there are many wonderful qualities that we posses, we are extremely emotional beings and are easily tormented by our own misgivings. I take extreme sensitivity to most things, and I analyze to death. Basically, I can be my own hurdle. When I get stuck in this space, it's hard for me to recover. On the outside I'm fine. But inside, I'm having a major internal struggle with myself about doing what will make me happy versus doing what will keep the peace or make others happy. Even though I could be miserable. It's sick I know, but it's me. Just another one of my addictions that gets the best of me at times.
Tonight, it was right in my spirit to post, so I did. And I feel really good now that I have. Stay tuned for more warped stories from inside the head of an addict.
Feels good to be back...
So....I'm back.
As I'm sure those who occasionally check my blog can see, it's been eons since my last post. I guess you could say I've been on... sabbatical? Hiatus? Vacation? Fill in the blank with your favorite word, but the long and short of it is I haven't been giving my blog the love it deserves.
Consider this my attempt at recovery from a bad relapse.
It's not that I haven't thought about blogging. Really, I have. At times, I think, who really wants to read what I have to say? But then I realized this is my therapy and I've skipped way to many sessions. This blog serves a purpose for me; a place to vent my thoughts, pose questions, and realize there are people going through just as I am.
Silly me for not taking better advantage.
Over the last few months ( I realized I haven't posted since January), I've been working like crazy, traveling, trying to diversify my portfolio (for you, B!) and many other things. I've had dealings with the SO that have caused me to take a good, hard look at myself and what I will and won't put up with. I've tried to stay true to my convictions, but at times found myself back in a place I said I'd never be again. Truth be told, I've had some downright discouraging moments. I've tried to make the best of them, but at the end of the day had to question how true I was being to myself.
It's amazing how certain outside factors can affect you. An alternative band named Incubus has a song titled "Drive" (you should check it out if you haven't heard it!) that talks about choices. The premise of the the song talks about letting fear drive our decisions and how that affects us. I can admittedly say that's been me over the last few months. But not just fear; uncertainty, doubt, and many other feelings have made their way into my life. And I allowed them to get the best of me. I could see it taking various forms in my life through my job, my relationship and issues with my family. In some cases, I was able to face it head on and come out victorious. In others, I'm not sure if I'm still fighting the battle or if I've already been defeated. Only time will tell. Thank the Man upstairs for grace and mercy, right?
As I'm sure my blog is rather vague about exactly what I've been going through recently, just know that it's been a somewhat tormented time. I'm a Scorpio and while there are many wonderful qualities that we posses, we are extremely emotional beings and are easily tormented by our own misgivings. I take extreme sensitivity to most things, and I analyze to death. Basically, I can be my own hurdle. When I get stuck in this space, it's hard for me to recover. On the outside I'm fine. But inside, I'm having a major internal struggle with myself about doing what will make me happy versus doing what will keep the peace or make others happy. Even though I could be miserable. It's sick I know, but it's me. Just another one of my addictions that gets the best of me at times.
Tonight, it was right in my spirit to post, so I did. And I feel really good now that I have. Stay tuned for more warped stories from inside the head of an addict.
Feels good to be back...
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