Behind me sits a very large shelf of the first thing I've ever collected in my life. There are all sorts of colors on the shelf: Yellow, Pink, White, Blue, Gold, Tan, Orange, Mustard, but predominately GREEN. Every shade of green too. I love my growing collection. At times the enjoyment I get just from walking from the kitchen to the shelf to pick a piece for that breakfast, lunch, dinner or sweet treat, sends me into a level of giddiness that hardly seems age appropriate, but it's there and it's so nice that I try not to beat myself up over it.
The fact that my first reaction to being happy about something is subdue the feeling is something of which I desperately want to break free. At what point in our lives did it become silly, foolish, or did I get "too old" to feel carefree and happy?!? Who told me that it was not okay? They should be ashamed of themselves and get some serious help of their own.
I'm now on a course to better understand how to form healthy relationships. This sounds easy, I'm sure. The problem lies in that part of me is still convinced that I don't know how to do anything different. I want different though and I'm willing to do whatever necessary, no matter how uncomfortable it may be to obtain that solace. Telling myself that I deserve that is my first step. I deserve that....I'm worthy of that...