SUNDAY
All that personal discovery we talk of and I LEANED all the way into it and I DIGESTED THE F(CKING words and something in me snapped - broke even and I knew the game was up because I could no longer PRETEND she was there for me. No bells. No whistles. No ticker tape parade to acknowledge the end of the friendship relationship AND in digesting the f(cking words I REALISED - she had left the building long before now..
“I never let go of anything without leaving claw marks in it…." - Becky Volmer
It ached for a bit, nostalgia took hold for a few hours, and then my sober power took hold of something within me a, and I put my shoulders back and stood the heck up and looked in the eyes of the universe and said “I will no longer cross oceans for those who are not willing to cross a stream for me………" And I walked away from it and told my husband she was NOT to be on the list of those entitled to information as to my wellness post- surgery. No one who says ‘Keep me posted’ deserves to know diddly squat about me and my life..
“I will no longer cross oceans for those who are not willing to cross a stream for me………"
This morning as you head into Friday please honour yourself and your sobriety enough to know that sometimes letting go can be hard and challenging but stop walking across oceans for those who do not care for you the way they once did. Let it go and “Remember, you are the main act, not a warm-up, and this, my friend, is no dress rehearsal. This is it. The curtain is well and truly up.” PLEASE know I am crossing an ocean for you each morning when I arrive in your inbox....j oin me ladies as I look skyward and say, not today lady, not today. Lots of love Susan
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