"You should listen to your heart,
and not the voices in your head".
Words of wisdom from Marge, which i'm going to try and follow today. The voices in my head are saying stuff I don't need to hear, negative stuff (you're not getting the loan) bad stuff (why didn't you start saving when you were working in Sydney earning mega bucks instead of wasting all that money on stupid stuff like Playstation games, dinners out 5 days a week, alcohol and CDs) sometimes even nasty stuff (you don't deserve to be happy - you're fat, ugly and nobody likes you).
But my heart says, if it's meant to be it will be and worrying isn't going to make any difference to the outcome. So i'm just going to try to relax a little and let everything happen and stop worrying and doing that emotional eating thing.
I don't know why the monologue in my head is negative, I think I need to learn to love myself more and accept that I am a nice person and that people do like me. I had a pretty rough childhood. I got picked on a lot. We moved a lot and I didn't have long term friends. I envy people who have the same friends they went to Kindie with and I hope that my son has life long friends and not just bad memories like I have from my school days. I didn't let myself get too close to anyone eventually (except boys but that's a whole nuther story) because I knew eventually I would have to leave them and I didn't want to go through the sadness again and again. My father in particular, would always be very quick to blame me when anything went wrong and he didn't understand that I was becoming emotionally barren because of the life that we had and still to this day I feel that I have to seek everyone's approval constantly.
He even went so far as not believing me when a "friend" of his tried to kiss me when I was about 14. Dirty old bastard. Then when I was 18 and working at a petrol station the owner tried to molest me in the store room and my father didn't believe me then either, and told me I had to keep working there.
Sorry I didn't mean this to turn into a confessional about my sad old life. Crikey, i've really opened up here today. I'm wondering whether I should just delete that and write a new post. I don't know why all of that has come out. Sometimes when I write I just let my mind spit out whatever comes out next and today, look what happened.
I guess i'll leave it in. Maybe it's meant to be. Things happen for a reason. Maybe if I wrote down all the reasons i'm cranky with my father it would help me to move on and get on with my life. Then maybe also him and I would get on a lot better.
Someone the other day mentioned starting an anonymous blog, just to let out all the frustrating stuff in your life and get it out, written down and then let go of it. That seems like a good prospect at the moment.
I have a heap of "self help" books at home but i've never read them. I have at least a dozen. I buy them with the best of intentions though. My plan now is to get one out (oops i've already packed them away but that's ok, i'll still get one out of the boxes cos they're not taped up yet so it won't be that hard) and read it, even if it all sounds like crap and wanky american BS - then i'll just get out the next one and see if that's any better. There are plenty of different authors in there - Louise Hay, Wayne Dyer - who I saw in Sydney at the Metaphysical Masters and he was JUST brilliant - I have at least three of those Venus and Mars books and another one called "Smart Women Foolish Choices". One of those will have to help a bit - anyway it can't hurt can it?
Sorry for the rambling today, not sure what's happening with my head at the moment but i'm just going to roll with it. Thanks for sticking around if you're still here and didn't stop reading ages ago!!
I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for your support too. This journey would be made SOOO much harder if I didn't have my blogger support. Thanks!!
Bri