- I just might, Cate!
- Sorry that you relate to something like that Liza, but it makes me feel better somehow? A trouble shared is a trouble halved, is that how the saying goes?
I'm at a bit of a low point tonight. Just had a bit of a strange evening where I kind of felt neglected and left out and all that horrible stuff that makes me feel so, so awful about myself. I mean, constantly searching for external validation is not the way to go, and I know that I'm not treating myself so well, so to expect other people to treat me better than I do is a bit of a joke, I suppose. Hmm. Never really put that particular spin on it before, but it's so true. Start with me. If you don't plant the seed, no amount of sunshine or rain is going to make that bloody plant grow.
So yeah, I've kind of cheered myself up a bit with that way of thinking. Back from the brink! But actually, the evening was disappointing but I had a fantastic day other than that. I was working on the community project for 5 hours (!), so yeah, I'm pretty exhausted. There was a nice moment afterwards when 4 of us were gathered at the traffic lights all having a chat afterwards, because we're getting so much out of it. It's really inspiring stuff. I have a lot of work to do on it over the next few days, but it should be great.
I also found the most magnificent 'secret' coffee shop today, it was pure bliss. I was outside in the beautiful sunshine with my latte and it was tranquil and beautiful, even though I was bang in the middle of the city. So that was also quite cool. I will revisit on another day when I have more time with a book and spend a couple of hours there. Nice discovery!
This evening's experience has made me quite lonely again and that feeling of longing for someone to love me is just so overwhelming. Maybe I'm just longing to love myself. And, you know, I don't think I'm so bad, I really don't. I actually was chatting to my dad during the week, and he came on the phone in a really grumpy mood saying
he didn't want to talk!!! because he's in a lot of discomfort with his hip at the moment. But anyway, I prevailed with the conversation, and he proceeded to tell me all his woes, but by the end of it, he was laughing mad at how ridiculous he was being. I said to him that he sounded really cheered up despite how awful things were and he said, 'Well yeah, I can still laugh about things.' That's kind of how I am. Sense of humour still intact, despite things not being the way I want them to be. Is it even possible for my life to be the way I want it to be anymore? I hope it is.