Done with Waste

August 9, 2012

I seem to waste so much of my time feeling upset about something that I have no control over whatsoever. I sit with my knees to my chest and mascara smudged all over my face feeling so sorry for myself as I torture myself with a situation that in a million years I would have never been able to change. It's something so insignificant in the scheme of things that now as the after fact, I feel silly. I have warred with myself for much too long and its overdue that I simply nod my head and continue on with my life and the things I have the ability to change and affect.

Broken hearts will hurt, but they do heal. And while I may be falling for a time by myself, I will be caught with warm arms. But now is the time to point myself on the right track, the one that will continue on until it stops at happiness and leaves the falling devils behind. I have the choice to push all of the held up feelings and grudges so far away where they couldn't touch me in my wildest dreams. Things will hurt. And things will poke and prod at me at every chance they get, but who doesn't live that life, who doesn't live fighting off the bad guys.

No longer will I be fooled by the notion that something makes me sad. I choose to be sad, and I choose to be happy. I choose to get over the crap that brings me down, and I choose to pay attention to the things that make me smile and laugh.

No more wasted time curled up under my desk with a beer bottle and tears on my face. Not for something so insignificant.

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