Over the last few months, I noticed there are a few people I f*ck with and a few people who f*ck with me. What's even funnier is those people are not the same on both sides. I have changed how I move with a lot of people; some do not seem to have noticed.
This should not come as a surprise to any of them, because I told them personally. I didn't say, I am not going to mess with you anymore. Instead, I said I am not happy with this relationship and this is why.
That was all I said about it. No, "This what you can do to fix it." Simply stated, if they want to fix it they will or will ask how it can be fixed. If they do not act, it is okay. I have already cried my tears over loss of the relationship.
All the pain I was feeling before the conversation, was me grieving the death of the relationship. By expressing my displeasure, I was able to free myself of that grief and move forward.
Yes, I still "see" them around me and in some cases still love them. T…
It took me so long to understand how much fear I lived with and how it was slowly strangling my dreams and life. I wouldn't make moves with Simply Catering because I could not see a clear path to success. I was afraid to fail; which meant I was afraid to try.
Growing hurts! It is calling "growing pains" for a reason. It is not easy to be uncomfortable. To look myself in the face and say "I'm afraid", was one of the most vulnerable feelings I have faced.
It seemed like out of the blue when I decided I was NOT going to be controlled by fear anymore. I was going to move in confidence. I was not going to be afraid to fall on my face. I was not going to be afraid to be successful. I was not going to be afraid to heal. I was not going to be scared of my best possible self.
With that in mind, I moved 2000 miles away. I gave up some of my independence and freedom by living in another person's home. I can not express how much it stung my pride. A …