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I can totally relate to this... my friends and family tell me the same thing... that I am more relaxed, happier and at ease with myself.

In the past couple of years I have learnt a lot about myself and what I want from my life...with the help of a dear friend !!!

When we learn not to fight with ourselves, within our own skin... we find ourselves comfortable there.
When we remember that silly thing the cats did before the pimple on our butt... we've arrived.
When it's ok to make a face in the mirror, for no one other than us to see... we've begun to warm up to our own charms.
When a little bit of greed is reserved in an ice cream box, hidden deep in the back of the freezer(for those grumpy days)... we start to find balance.
When you toss out the last old t-shirt from the ex collection, with a wicked giggle... life is good.
When you leave the makeup in the bathroom & the slippers by the door and stand in the rain with arms outstretched... you just got those 5 yrs back you lost to crying.
When the silence of the house is more beautiful than your favorite CD... you've bloomed.

Enjoy it.

Bingo

Having spent the last year crying, this is what has happened to me....

I feel a sense of freedom, it must be that I am recovered, I believed for so long that I was recovery, now I am...

I have let go of him....

Just give the toilet a little scrub with the last of his britches before you toss them out.
It's good for a chuckle.

Am wetting myself laughing, Spicey, you nutter.

Love it!!!!

When you finally get the drift that you don't need anything outside yourself to make you
happy. Being blessed with a day of bliss - going around with a smile on my face for absolutely
no reason and feeling like NO one could in any way take that feeling away from me. That
being only a glimpse of what could be following a certain kind of (shift) in perception.

One of those hahha (ah ha!...ah ha!) moments.

Yes, I begin to know WHO I am.

Emoi? A nutter?
Surely you jest M'Lady!


Hey... so I'm into recycling.

Oddly enough I do feel as though I have known myself (not Biblically you pervs- but hey I guess that too I am only human ya know) all my life. I have lived a very odd life that not only allowed me to be me but encouraged or rather forced me to know me.
I just had to wait for what seemed an eternity to meet someone who could appreciate all my eccentricities for what they are... parts of me.
I have lived alone for more years than I care to get into but for the most part I was never uncomfortable during those times.
I don't believe I have ever been bored for very long, and it seems to have bothered more people that I could be happy alone than it ever did me.
I never wanted to be alone mind you I just never saw it as a prison or punishment, I sought myself during tose times and I do know me very well because of it.
I have only sought out one person in my life that I knew I could live without but never as wholly as I could with them. Once and only once. I lost this person through a grave misunderstanding and it rattled me deeper than I have ever been shaken. I now have some chance to make ammends and at the least salvage the friendship we once shared like that midnight ice-cream. One day at a time is all I ask as I would hate myself for missing even one single moment by skipping even one word ahead of that fantastic book.
I have never had any problem attracting friends and others who have told me that they believed that I should have known that their interests were deeper. I never knew in 99% of these cases and the odd ones that I had any inkling of I very politely maintained a friendship with that was of mutual benefit for both of us.
I have also been slapped, and screamed at for being a pussy tease (masculine version of the cock tease) but not by anyone who really knew me. I am like so many men in this aspect- oblivious completely. I have not felt less than worthy or more than worthy I just never saw. Perhaps words could have clarified but so many believe that their inner most thoughts can be read and I flunked that class.
I am comfortable in my skin, flaws and all. I can laugh at myself. I can make me cry. I can make me laugh. And in this I know that I have managed to keep the little child alive in me and that is where I think we all leave the parts of us that we need the most.
My best friend has the most remarkable ability to bring that little boy out with but a smile, as if I have known her all my life. When I saw her for the first time I knew in my heart that I already knew everything about her, and it was the little girl I saw in her eyes that smiled at me the first time and got me to take a walk through a puddle in the rain for the first time since I was a carefree child.

Yes you, I have read your profile, it is brilliant....

You know, I spent a year, forgiving him, and hoping he would forgive me, he did not like the fact that I had returned to teaching, it was less money, so many things he did not like about me...

Yet he loved me, so he said, and I now realise that I was trying to be a person that he wanted me to be, he liked the way I looked, yet does not like me, and there is nothing I can do about that.... Or that I did not do what he wanted, on his terms...


So, for a while, I became this person that he wanted me to be, and I did not like her, I wanted me back, so I went and got her....

Hello world, it's me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well I for one prefer you as the woman you are today. I wouldn't trade you in for any other model. You are perfect just the way you are young lady. I couldn't be happier to call you my friend.
Any man who doesn't see that should have traded his eyes in for the new model that comes with the opposable digits we got when we first got out of the damnable trees.

I'm lucky enough to know exactly who I am -- And well I should, since I've spent more time talking to myself than to any other person!

Seriously, I think that's also part of it -- Taking the time for introspection and self-examination - not just asking but answering (and honestly) the question "Why did I do that and what did I hope to gain (or not to lose!) by it?" - and listening to the answer.

Someone mentioned the other day (in another thread) that we are the sum of our actions, and that is true. But truly knowing who you are entails not only the admission that you are indeed "the sum of your actions," but also understanding why you chose the actions that led to that particular sum.

Also, knowing who you are and being comfortable with who you are can be two completely different things. And I suspect that many who wish to "change the world" want to do so primarily because they perceive it as being easier than changing themselves and they think that if the world were somehow different they could more readily accept themselves. What they don't realize is that change almost always needs to start from within.

Soooo... I'm a constantly evolving, very-much-in-love, unnecessarily verbose, introspective smart-ass truckdriver with a sore belly and a penchant for the wilds of the woods and plains who thinks too much and talks to himself. (I am the Kansan.)

I too have a friend, a long way away... He writes me, I write to him, I have never met him.

One day, when I was feeling sad, he advised me, too, to go and jump in the puddles, he also advised me to have ice cream, it helps a child when they are hurting....

Today, is my ice cream day, I have attacked my way, through that ice, with a mallet, my landlady is here, she came to find what the noise was all about, there i am, with a broken fingernail, surrounded by water on the floor, and she said to me, 'Sommer, what are you doing?'

I looked at her, I was a vision, my hair, which is long has not been brushed, I have on my cleaning attire, I stood there with my mallet, 'Looking for the bloody ice cream'
She laughed and laughed, then she hugged me, and said 'You look wonderful'

Thank you to my friend across the pond, he knows who he is.....

Now, I may need an ambulance, I have a broken fingernail.....

And I would have to say that the roads you have journeyed down have been the exact right ones for you. You are an exemplary man and I appreciate the way you have molded yourself. A teacher by example and worthy of the title of being a man.

When we respect ourselves, we improve the presentation we give to the world.

If a potential mate doesn't like me in pony tails, I just might wear them out to see how his sense of humor runs. I've been known to put a banana sticker between my eyes & answer the door like that.

"Have you no self respect" they might say.
"Immense amounts" I respond, "for I do not hang myself on butt kissing formalities just to shoo away a solicitor".
(ok, I'm a little of an ass, too)

Shppoing list.

'banana stickers'

Ohhhh, Ok & I'm the nutter.
*paaahahahahaaa... snort... hahahahahaaaa!


Gotta luv ya!

Now, I am going to be a real rebel, we have a well in our garden, no puddles, I am going to clib in the well with my wellies on and jump.

If I am not back, it will be because of two possibilites, one: I have drowned. Or two: I have been arrested....

Alright! Stop it right now! Do you have any idea how long it is going to take me to dig a well just to have some of that fun. For heaven's sake if you have such precious treasures just lying about so try to keep them to yourself you selfish selfish woman.
And you can't get arrested for jumping in puddles unless all you are wearing is your wellies whilst you are jumping. If that is the case there are going to be a lot of empty elderly gentlemen's apartments available in your neighbourhood.

I know who I am, therefore, I present to the world something different. I do not lie here, but I only show what's on the table not what's in my hand. If I don't like me, how can I expect anyone else to!! Since I am not looking for a partner, who I really am is not important.

But the answer to you question is, yes, I know very well, who I am