A late-year resolution . . .

So I had a long chat with the paper journal about the lingering feelings I'm still churning through over Mr. TBH (I've spared you fine people the details, because I'm sure you're all sick to death of hearing about it. God knows, I'm sick to death of writing about it.)

Anyway, when I hit the paper journal, I went ahead and let it all out, even the parts I didn't want to admit to myself, dragging out my irrational feelings into the light, gaining some insight into why I was still clinging on to these things.

And, as often happens when I do this, the wiser part of my mind emerged like Hope at the bottom of Pandora's Box.

This is how I concluded the entry:

Stop playing the role of the Tragic Clingy Ex.
Start playing the role of The One That Got Away.

I feel better already.

Today (so far) I took pleasure in having that mental crap flushed from my system.

Today I learned um, well, I'm only about fifteen minutes into the day, so I'll have to get back to you on that one . . .

Because, you know, I just don't have ENOUGH bloggage in my life . . .

http://sheilaoshea.blogspot.com/

That's for the writing stuff. Read if you like. Ignore if you don't.

Today I took pleasure in hearing some good poetry.

Today I learned yet another memorable quote from Oscar Wilde, which was printed on a magnet that is now on my fridge: "Life is too important to be taken seriously!"