I Can See Clearly Now...
I've had a beautiful moment of clarity. She is a monkey senselessly throwing shit. The shit she throws at me isn't about me. It's a reflection of her emotional state. I can either shower and rinse it off or sit and stew in it. I think I'd rather shower and stop taking all of her bullshit so damn personally. Now that I've chosen to wash the shit away I have another choice to make, stay in the trajectory and let her keep throwing shit at me or allow her to stew all on her own and throw her shit at other people. For now, at least, I am so ready to step out of the trajectory. She can come find me when she's ready to stop treating me like a pile of poo. I am a person, not a poo pile.











