Who are you??? ( Archived) (43)

Do any of you good people know who you are?

I ask this, because on dropping my precious daughter at the airport this morning, we hugged each other.

And she came out with something very profound, 'Mum, (not Mom, we are British) it is so much nicer being with you, now you know who you are'

I asked what she meant and she responded that she sees me as much more relaxed, happier and at ease with myself.

So I ask you, do you know who you are?

Alot of us here are looking for a person to enter our lives, this facility here, enables us to pick and choose who we want to spend time with...

I met a man on a plane a couple of months and whilst we were suitable, it was wonderful to be approached because he was attracted to me...

So who are we?

We can list our qualities, we do and well, we can all state we are honest and faithful, some of us are and some of us are not.

We know politically which side of the fence we are on, we know what we look like, but do we really in our souls know who we are?

I like to think I do, but now I think why has she noticed such a change in me?

Any thoughts?

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.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!