Is being nice killing all the good stuff? (read, you?!)
My life changes all the time.
I change clothes, underwear, points of view... and people.
I happen to have been with the same man for almost a year and a half now! But even in the man department, there was awhile where two weeks was a long time.
We're in the process of changing some very key every-day relationships.
The thing that was working has stopped working, and we're in the breaking up phase: not exactly able to move on from our physically proxitive situation, and not incredibly interested (read, not at all) in relating to one another.
I can't tell you exactly what changed it. Just more that, after a thing, it did. Change.
And for me, it's been a few months of getting a whole TON more clarity on what is.
What is for me. What is in regards to them.
Seeing the is-ness instead of seeing the projection that someone else wants you to see or that I'd rather see.
So, you know - good, bad and ugly.
And this morning, after a 10-second interchange...
