Pleasing Mommy (and testing Mommy) has been such a huge huge HUGE part of my life. It's thrilling to have this confluence of events and growth spurts and clarity in order to have the opportunity to get over it. It's the realization, finally, that in my little Stevie soul, I felt inherently unloved, unconsoled and uncomforted, and looked to outside things - food, people's high opinions of me, success, decorative objects - to fill that particular rancid void, when all along the bottomless pit needed to be hosed down, acid washed, dried out and exposed to the sun. Such muck there was, Yoda. My own sense of self and well-being is all there really is, and to let it be batted about by others' opinions is hazardous to my health. So help me get out the power washer and the sulphuric acid, kids! The scrubbing has commenced!
Burdens are dropping left and right around here, like so much eagle shit.
2 comments:
Get outta there, Stevie. You just gotta get outta there. ~ Beth
I'm definitely trying, Beth! Thanks, friend. xxx Stevie
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