Everyone,
We talked the other day about forgiving ourselves, cutting ourselves some slack, and generally loving ourselves more. Okay, I talked about it, but hopefully a few were listening. (Oh wait. I know how to get people reading here to pay attention!)
SPANKING
Alright, back to the matter at hand : I’ve run across a ‘thing’ I wrote several years ago, back in the MySpace days, and before I was professionally bossing folks around (most of my life, it was just a hobby~~). I dunno whether it’s inspirational or not, but hopefully will give someone something to think about.
– Dana
February 5, 2008
it‘ll never heal if you keep picking at it
sometimes you have to scrape and scrape at a thing to really get at it
like fingernails digging into flesh scratching an itch that seems to run from touch
trying to rid the body of whatever it is that keeps burning from the inside out
have you ever scratched something even after it stopped itching
just because the scratching itself felt so damn good
?
guilt is similar to scratching an itch
ignore it and it‘ll drive you to distraction
but pay it too much attention and you‘ll end up with another open wound
Actually, The itching never stopped in the first place.
You just thought it did.
What feels so damn good? Not the scratching. But the cause of the itch…aka: your ‘wounds’….they become our best friends, the most familiar….Until you can accept THAT reality and the willing to ‘change’, there will always be an itch and there will always be a scratch. That is the way YOU (the Collective you) designed your life, up until this point……
#livinglifeoncruisecontrol
Here lie’s the need for people in my life to help me scratch the itch that only you know how to scratch!
So when the time comes and I just can’t get the need met or can’t scratch it myself,Please get out your Scratchers and Scratch that Itch!
After the way I was blindsided with hostile treatment on Christmas Day by various relatives, I will happily toss aside any fleeting guilt I may have had over the years about admitting to myself and close friends who truly care about me- not because they’re obligated by blood to do so- but the fact is I cannot stand some of the people who are related to me and if I had my way I’d not have to spend any physical time with them moving forward. NOT wishing ill will on them-just wanting complete peace from their judgmental snobbish demeanors and their unrelenting pursuit to make others whom they perceive as “lesser than” themselves to “see the light” and follow their advice because THEY “know what’s best” for EVERYONE unlike them.