First I will address my battle with expectations.. as an empath I can often sense the possibilities in a person rather than the life they are choosing to lead. I want to believe they have my best at heart as I have theirs but too often I am disappointed. This has been a lifelong struggle. How do I tell you the moment I know that you are using me, that your interests, no matter how small, will always be more important than mine, that this is not a friendship but a user-friendly situation. How do I set boundaries and let you go. Why too often does this leave me looking like the bad guy? I am 57 years old. I need to fish or cut bait. This is no one else’s life. I seem to have always done what I wanted to if you look at a glance, but I feel that most choices were emotionally driven based on others need of me. At this moment in time I am making better choices. I choose family , by blood and by choice and I choose work that uplifts, not demands. I deserve to be appreciated for the knowledge I have gathered along the way. I appreciate those in my life who value me being in theirs.
I redesigned my brand today in advance of signs at the groundfloor. I look forward to the reveal. At the end of my day I got a call from my daughter Rae. I love our rambling commuter catchups. I used to call her whenever I was heading somewhere on a highway. This time she called me as she was walking across a field while on vacation at the cabin. It was good to chat and debrief the day. I look forward to them all being home and coming to play in the pool.
Spent time as Tech Director today as well. Making plans to get even further organized. Peter and Thom are super-volunteers, the Community Theatre is lucky to have them. I was somewhat amused that a single washroom needed this sign…
Many people hate these tags around town but there is something very poignant that strikes me whenever I see them
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