Now, the reason for my crying binge and upset mood is not as important as what I realized before the end of the night, of which also carried over into this morning. I am not a victim. I never will be, no matter whatever happens to me. I am strong, a hard worker, a good listener, great friend and loyal confidant. I'm also a writer and have more insight and wisdom that people usually give me credit for.
Why, you say? Well, closest I can figure is, I don't boast. I don't toot my own horn, so to speak. Sometimes, I keep my mouth shut when I probably should speak up. But, it's usually because I'm going to hurt someone's feeling with my directness and blunt way of saying things. People usually can't handle that. And maybe in my old age (only 53, I might add. *wink wink*), I've become more opinionated and direct. That's one of the perks of getting older. You don't have to care what people think. If you know you're right and have something that needs to be said, you have the freedom of knowing that there won't be quilty feelings associated with the behavior.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't go around hurting people and spouting off my mouth with disregard for anyone's opinions or feelings. That is not my style. Nor, is it my style to pat myself on the back for a job well done or for any unforeseen wisdom that I have been bestowed upon. I figure actions speak so much louder than words.
That being said, I have captured back my strength. I admit, I have been off course lately, no excuses; but hormones have played a big part in my concentration lately. But, the air and fog are clearing and I'm beginning to see the light again. I have a lot to say and remember, things aren't always as they may seem . . . Hmmmm, I bet you've heard that one before. *raising eyebrow and nodding head*.
