I always end up so introspective when I have these seasons...
Someone called me empathetic yesterday - which I may well be -
But in truth, I am a veteran co-dependent. I am highly sensitive and in tune to the people around me. I am here to serve. And my life has been in that path. Most decisions I have made in my life were for the good of others - of the group. Not for me. I didn't even know I HAD needs.
Which is where food and alcohol come in :-)
It wasn't until I was in my 50s (!) that I realized that I am the ONLY person on the planet who I can trust to have my best interest at heart.
Boundary issue much?
So as I withdrew to make the choices that would try to bring this in line.... I became solitary. I spent a lot of time on my own self soothing... fortunately, needlework and yardwork also soothes me. And while those are satisfying..... they don't fill my cup.
I want more.
Yet there is still a constant struggle between the 'safe' space of hiding with my yarn and potato chips..... and reaching out to humans and being part of a group - because I no longer trust people (or myself around them? who knows?)
My word for the year is BOLD
My BOLD may not look like your bold.... but just sending this out into the world is my BOLD for the day.