I went to bed at 3:30AM and woke up at 11:45AM. I spent some time visiting my blog buddies. I am feeling sort of peaked today. Thank God I do not have a lot to accomplish, I already put the two loads of laundry in process. It looks so inviting outdoors that I may go for a walk in a bit. That usually gives my mood a boost.
I do have to finish reading the chapter for my counseling session tomorrow. It should not take too long.
I just dread doing the exercises. They involve visiting some memories I rather leave buried. I think maybe looking at them will be good, but at the same time avoidance feels more secure. I don’t really relish reliving the incidents.
Alex and Mom are occupied with their own tasks. I guess it is good, but I am a little hungry for a human connection today. Loneliness is dogging me somewhat. I will probably try to engage Alex in some conversation soon. Maybe he will talk about his stories. They are so great. I would like to post some of his work here. I have tried to encourage him to get a Space, but he says he would not be faithful to blogging. Other things to do.
I received emails from some of the men in my past this past week, not my ex-husbands but guys I had dated. I looked at the mails, but chose not to respond. I don’t need them, as they were not good for me. Responding would only have made me look needy, and I do not want that. I am independent and sufficient without these guys who really only used me and discarded me when they were through. I have a little pride.
Men are strange creatures sometimes, though I really do love them. They can be very confusing and indecisive. I thought it was supposed to be women that had a hard time making up their minds, but I have found this problem in several males. I think it maybe comes down to not being fully in touch with themselves and what they truly want. This can definitely lead me into indecisive behavior and I suppose it could be their cause too. After all, we are all human and subject to the same weaknesses.
I think that is all for now. I will come back in a bit.
TTYL,
Jo Ann