Being Passionate

No more complacency for me!

I do love to be happy and it would be great to stay there all the time. However, I have discovered that it is much better to experience the extreme happiness and even the lowest of lows than to stay at the same level of indifference.

I am fortunate right now in being extremely giddy! It is a great feeling. Plus I think I'm giddy for a good reason. I know the serious times will come even within the happiness I have found. But I am prepared to share that as well as my joy.

Sooner or later, I expect that I will need to experience sadness again. For me, it is good to have a good cry every once in a while to let out all the bottled up emotions and stress that plagues the back of my mind. I will learn to accept this as a good part of me as well as my happiness. While I love to be a happy Kari, I require some time to reflect and be aware of my emotions good and bad.

I am thankful that I am happy and living life to its fullest right now. Now that I have accepted that I cannot control and plan my life at this time, I am able to enjoy the moment. Living in the moment has been a great experience, but I will look forward to making plans again someday. Perhaps it will be sooner than expected.

It's a sad situation, the end of things always seem to have some amount of sadness, but I'm glad my friends and family tell me that I seem much happier. I am happier. It feels weird to admit this, I'm not sure how long I had expected to be in a slump but it really wasn't long.

Once the end started, I grieved. I was expecting that. But I also had such a weight lifted from my shoulders that I didn't realize I could be both sad and happy. It's crazy how the people who are important to me can tell me that I seem much happier and I don't realize the truth in it until they tell me!

I am so fortunate to have such wonderful friends and a support group that, well, loves me. Why would someone care about my state of being unless they love me? I always try to be the best person I can and to be caring and supportive myself. Maybe I haven't felt like I needed to solely rely on my support group before. I have always known I make a good impression on people and I am generally likable. But to see so many people jump to my aid when I needed it most was something I never truly expected.

I was afraid of feeling alone and to be stuck with only my thoughts. Sometimes I hate the constant thinking, wondering, worrying... I know it is still there in the back of my mind -making sure I keep a foot on the ground and a check on reality every once in a while. But it is freeing to be able to tackle one problem or issue at a time. One step at a time and I will get things figured out for the best.

Currently I am happy :) I like it!

Why do I cry?

Last night I cried.

Then I wondered why I cried. Was it because I want him to take me back? Is it because I still want him? Am I just looking for attention? Why was I crying?

Well, I'm not sure I know what love really is any more. I guess I find out when I get there. I know he is not going to try to get me back. I think I have accepted that for the most part. So why was I crying?

I gave it some more thought. And I have come up with the answer. It has to do with multiple feelings including sadness, fear, and self-pity because of one truth: I was unwanted.

He didn't want me. He "loved and cared" about me, but he didn't want me. All of his love for me wasn't enough for him to want to keep me.

I don't want to be unwanted. I deserve to be wanted. So I cried because I was sad that I had been unwanted. Because I am afraid that maybe no one will want me. I don't want to be alone in this world. And maybe because I pity myself -if I'm unwanted no one else should be sad for me - Who would really care about the emotional battle within me?

Betrayed

I can't shake this feeling. I feel so betrayed. By him.

Obviously, this is another stage that must pass. I feel so much hatred and anger towards him. I don't like being a hateful person.

I have cried s few times recently. I'm not sure if it's because of all the hate I feel, the need to let the emotion go, or that I'm so unhappy because I am hateful.

It comes after having too much time to think. I struggle with thinking that this is only hard on me. Is he going through this? Truthfully, I hope he is. I hope he is having a hard time accepting this change too.

I want to move past this stage soon. I hate being unhappy and hateful. I want to be happy again. I want to smile and laugh again (and not just every once in a while because I'm out on the town). I don't want to keep my eyes down when I'm around him -which until May is a lot more time than I would like -so that he doesn't see how unhappy I am and how angry I am at him.

There is too much to think about: who gets what, what are we going to try to sell, where should I live, how long will I stay there, how long should I stay at my job, what about the guys who are interested in me, do I really want to go back to school, can I afford to go back to school, what about my car that is dying, who would help me get a good deal on a new car? I think those are the main questions... and they are NOT small questions... a lot of them are life altering questions...

So many life altering questions are difficult to deal with at one time.

Breathe in, breathe out.... wish me luck. I hope I can find some dreams that I want to achieve, then I can have some direction in my life.

Miserable

I don't want to be miserable.

I don't like being in the dark. Especially when it's my future that is so unknown.

I used to have a plan. Or at least an idea of what the "next 5 years" might perhaps look like.

Now I have nothing. I could stay just where I am, without plans for marriage or a family. I could just focus on being happy in the moment. And that is kind of what I have been doing. But then I realized that I'm not exceptionally happy in my current job and the status quo is not going to change without me doing something.

Does that mean moving out of Albuquerque to go to school? Does that mean just trying to find another job and starting at the bottom of the food chain again?

I also found out that I'm dreading the inevitable move... I was all ready to stay in one place for a few years and now it might be back to packing up and moving every year or so. Not looking forward to that. I'm stressed that I don't know how long I should take out a lease for... will I be able to stay somewhere for a whole year -what if I decide to change something in my life, like where I live, and I don't want to stay the lease. What if I get stuck in a rut and don't do what I need to? What if I stay just because that is what I know?

I feel so miserable that I haven't tried to figure any of this out yet. I'm just sitting here. Doing "nothing" it seems. But then I become upset and sad when I think of the reasons I need to figure my life on my own.

I thought I was being pretty good moving on, on my own. I wasn't as heart broken as I thought I might be that I didn't have someone to love me. I know I can be loved and I am lovable. I'm not unworthy for love. I know I deserve to be loved. Thank goodness I am a confident person. Otherwise this could have been a much worse experience. But I shake my own confidence sometimes when I don't know or can't decide what the next step should be.

Hopefully I will get past this frame of mind soon. I would rather be smiling.

I hate him.

Are boys blind to dirt and grim and gross!?

Why should I have to ask him to clean up after he cooks? It is his decision to work out, eat right, and cook. Why shouldn't he be expected to clean too. It's not like he has a "little woman" or a mother to clean up after his messes anymore. He claimed he didn't even realize it was messy!!

I purposely didn't clean up after his mess (although it was bothering me to have a dirty kitchen) over the last few days. When it was still a mess tonight, and I needed to do a few hand washing dishes anyway, I did all the dishes and cleaned the nasty stove. It was PACKED with grease and dried crusty crap! and it took a lot of scrubbing and the Magic Eraser to even do some good.

He needs to get used to taking care of himself. And he should have more respect for me and my want to have a clean kitchen. I know we are both busy and things don't always get clean right away... but a few DAYS is too much!

Gross.

Where did the ethics go?

I am a quality friend.

I'm honest. I want to help my friends succeed. I want to be here for them through the good and the bad. I listen to their problems and help them see different perspectives or give my advice if they want it. I want to be here to encourage them, support them, share my good times, make them smile and see the world through rose colored glasses...

I was talking to someone today who is trying to quit drinking pop. Currently he drink 2 LARGE pops a day. Wow! When I commented that it's his battle (saying my advice didn't have to be taken), but supporters usually help you win the battle; he said he didn't have any supporters. I asked him what kind of friends he had, because that made NO sense to me. Why, if you tell your friends what you are trying to do, aren't they at least supporting your decision if not encouraging you to meet your goal?

I forgot... people aren't like that any more. I told him that if a friend wanted support to quit something, I would be there. He commented that that makes me an exceptional friend! While i was happy for the compliment; I was also sad that people don't care any more. Not many have those "old fashioned" values and ethics. No wonder society is going down the toilet.

How did I become this way while everyone else could care less? I've always wanted to feel loved. My dad was strict, in a cold way sometimes. i always wanted to do my best to please him, and the rest of my family. And I wanted people to be proud of me. People's opinions of me mattered. I wanted to be the best person I could. I worked hard. I succeeded. I did my best.

I also was picked on. Not in the bully type way. But WORSE! I was a girl and I tried to be friends with girls. But girls are SO mean! They don't beat you up, they back stab you, they crush your dreams. They belittle your existence. I'm glad I found true friends, with similar values in High School or who knows what would have happened. I never wanted to treat someone the way I was treated for so long growing up. Maybe that's why I am so "real."

I wanted my actions to be reciprocated. I almost started tearing up while I was reading a Christmas card from my best friend. She thanked me for being a wonderful, supportive, and attentive friend, confidant, advisor and sympathizer. She also mentioned that she hoped she was reciprocating... I'm glad she cares!

I just want to be loved. Is that too much to ask for? It seems to me that I am making it very easy for someone to love me. I try to be my best and to be there for my friends and work hard at everything I do. Why does it seem like I work too hard to gain some one's love or respect? Well that is me. All I can do is hope for love in return.

Landslide -Fleetwood Mac

"Well I've been afraid of changing 'cause I built my life around you...
But time makes you bolder, children get older. I'm getting older too."

So my big life change is intimidating. Change is hard whether we accept it or not. This song reminded me that I am getting older, though not running out of time, I can use my experiences to move on and continue to grow.

I'm a committed person. I was starting to build my life around him in a way that could support us both. But now that the support is broken, I have to commit myself to me.

I am bold. I am confident in my successes and and my continued drive to move forward and remain myself. I'm not as fragile as I may feel sometimes.

I think I can. Whatever that means to you, it means to me that I am worth it. To someone I am or will be worth the time and the effort. I am me.