You wouldn't think that standing around in your underwear, in a leather bar, with your 6th (7th? 8th?) beer in your hand would be the place to start reflecting on your behaviour. Or maybe it's the perfect place? Oddly the behaviour I was reflecting on had nothing to do with standing around in underwear, in a leather bar, with an uncounted beer in my hand. Oh no, that would be too obvious.
I did start thinking about how I'm looking after myself though, physically and mentally. Or not, as the case may be. And not all about me, me, me either but about how my behaviour of late may be hurting, or at least frustrating, the people around me. Time to stop trying to get my emotional needs met in all the wrong places. Time to stop acting like such a tool, and a needy one at that.
And on a physical level, certainly time to eat better and lose some weight! In the past I've always gotten these bursts of energy about getting healthier with the first blast of truly warm weather. (With varying degrees of success I have to say.) Maybe time to make another Spring 'resolution'?
5 comments:
I reckon you've been on a roll lately - enjoying life, enjoying socialising and enjoying being the centre of attention again.
It's okay to have periods when it's 'all about you'. Everyone deserves some time to shine.
Maybe just give everyone you care about a big hug and tell them you love them.
And then go out and get smashed and get laid again!
You've just made me realise that I feel like Spring is the start of a new year. And that my mind has been perculating some 'resolutions'.
Hmmm food for thought. mmm fooood.
Gosh, it (bar, underwear, beer etc.) sounds better than oh, say, meditating or something
for an epiphany.
Whatever, I'm sending you good energy to help you on the way.
what a fun concept; do you recommend it after all?
I got this sage advice once: "People do what they need to to do until they don't need to do it anymore."
So enjoy those beers in your undies and turn off the inner chatter about what it's all about. Enjoy the warmer weather, doll...
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