I have a dark cloud hanging over me these days. It’s been hard coming home to the realities of my family dynamic. I had an experience last week with a family member that left me feeling so upset – for the next two days I was upset and very sensitive to everything around me. I could have cried at a pin drop.
So I finally exploded and let it all out, thank god for one of my most trusted listeners at the time, and have decided it is time to speak up. And to say no… no thank you, this conversation is hurting me. (Wish it was as easy as that pic up there ^^)
I am so scared to do this. The relationship is already a bit rocky because patterns have been established that are unhealthy for me but they have been the status quo for a very long time. But being in these situations is actually starting to hurt me. A beautiful, wise woman in my life told me last week that we should never let anyone cause our hearts to hurt, no matter who they are.
So it is time to speak up and say that I am hurting and that I would like it to be stopped because I need these wounds to heal. I am planning on having the conversation soon (ie tomorrow) but I am nervous. I don’t want to say too much but I also don’t want a fake resolution.
Recently I have been doing a lot of spiritual reading and working on connecting with what is important to me. I am learning to leave the rest up to the universe because the plan is much bigger than I could ever fabricate.
Here we go:
Thank you for allowing me to find the way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. I am ready to learn through love and I am ready to surrender what I cannot control to the greater plan that is unfolding and to trust that I will be guided.
Here’s to hoping =)
One hundred and eighty. 180. That’s the number of degrees it takes to shut my bathroom door. My new bathroom door that is – in my new home. 2016 man… what crazy year. My parents sold the house this year so my family home now belongs to someone else. I hope they are enjoying it.
I drove past it last night to go to a friend’s Christmas party. It was weird. But that’s not the point of this post because I haven’t gotten there yet (ie mental breakdown over moving out of my family home… don’t know if I will even have one anyway). The point of this is that I love my new home. I don’t know what I had expected – I suppose I hadn’t any expectation really but I do love it. Mostly because I am home with the people who fill my heart and soul up.
I have some pretty amazing friends back in my Irish home (you know who you are) and one or two (just one really) who is extremely special. SO I am lucky. But nevertheless – there is something so magical about coming home. And especially for the holidays. I am so happy to be reunited with my family. I am also getting tired of leaving so that gives me loads to think about.
But for now I will praise this new home because
- It houses my family – they are the best.
- My bedroom is on the same floor as the bathroom (THANK YOU JESUS – no more 4 am cardio workouts to prevent myself from peeing my pants)
- My bed is still the same bed that I’ve always had. Love that bed.
- WARNING- this is materialistic – BUT – you can talk to my remote – So … “Chopped” – ::listening…:: “Chopped” – finds my favorite show. Thank you TV.
- It feels like a home. Even though it’s not my childhood home. It is still home.
Now has anyone ever dealt with a door that has to swing 180 degrees to close! I swear every time I go into the bathroom I only push it enough to close it half way and then it’s a struggle. The struggle is so real. But I will learn. Just like I will learn to adjust to my new home. This new time will be different. But it has already been lovely.