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Unstable Cliffs


Why is it that there are seasons where it seems like everyone is going through a bunch of crap, all at once! Everything from career change and boyfriend blues to making life changing decisions and tissue issues...you know who you are. It seems like everyone in my life is dealing with something gnarly...including myself, I'm in my life too. I think it's a season for some change and definitely some growth for most of us. I know personally I've experienced more ish, mostly upstairs (I told you earlier you didn't want to be there!) in the last 4 months than in my entire life...possibly excluding a stage in '06 where I became single and confused rather abruptly (but that's a story that requires a lot of time and coffee,or something a little stronger) It seems easy enough to change habits, but how HARD is it to change thinking habits? That was retorical btw. In the life of Sada (that would be me) I'm in the process of retraining myself to think in healthier ways such as...don't always give people (meaning undeserving people) the benefit of the doubt, at the same time self-protection isn't always necessary and doesn't mean you have to act like a hag. Side note: putting yourself in situations that involve healthy, normal people (specifically healthy, normal males)will make these changes EASIER!!! This is probably pure logic to most, but takes some time for others of us ;) Like a wise friend of mine so lovingly (and not patronizing at all) said to me one day, "Sar, some of us learn at 18, and some of us learn at 24." I hope that's as helpful to you as it was to me. Although it may feel like you're as unstable as the cliffs in OB, everyone has their own bag of rocks to carry. You're NOT alone...just ask me and all my struggling friends.

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