My Life Walking on Eggshells - The Blog
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I get annoyed with people who won't call a thing a thing.
I get doubly annoyed with people who won't call the physical violence perpetrated and experienced in a domestic violence incident what it is: violence.
My annoyance extends to myself.
Do you live your life with a wide-open heart? Or is yours heavily guarded?
For me, it's nothing but open all the way. My heart is so open I've been accused of taking it out of my chest and handing it to any random passerby on the street.
I'm a huge proponent of following your heart.
But right now, sadly, I can't.
The minute perky Ryan Seacrest dropped the giant ball in Times Square, and the year 2022 made her sassy debut, my life went every which way but up.
Ryan forgot to mention the things that could—and did—go wrong in the new year…
You know when someone rips your heart apart and leaves you sitting in a big ole puddle of grief?
And then you come across some self-help advice from an all-loving guru, who is wayyyyyy more spiritually advanced than you (it says so on their website), and they say don't ask why he or she did what they did to you, but rather ask what is the gift?
Discarded.
I don't like that word.
But sometimes, I feel that way.
Discarded. Like I'm some kind of superabsorbent, throwaway paper towel.
Dear Toxic Shame:
I'm sorry, but we're through. It's not you; it's me.
Sincerely,
An Old Friend
A year ago, I wrote a post about the shame I felt over my cat scratching furniture that didn't belong to me. I was unaware of the significant damage until someone brought it to my attention.