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Tag Archives: navel gazing
Change
I managed to tell my therapist my deepest darkest secret. And I didn't die! (That's our yardstick for difficult conversations. Did you die? No? Ok it's probably going to be ok then.) I am in a curious place now of … Continue reading
Do-over, please.
I need a new job. Badly. Badly badly badly. I promised myself when I went back to school that I wouldn’t end up doing the same job again and what did I do when I graduated? I took the easy … Continue reading
Smokin’
I dreamed about an ex of mine last night. I haven’t seen him in years; we were together when I was 15-17 years old – we’re talking an old ex. I’ve dreamed about him multiple times over the past few … Continue reading
Loving the fuzzies
I had coffee with a girlfriend yesterday who I haven’t seen in quite some time. I was talking about Andy, and she commented on how I used to always be ‘Dogs dogs dogs!’ but now I seem to be all … Continue reading
Missing pieces
I miss kink. I don’t miss sex, much, (although if I were offered from a certain somebody I certainly wouldn’t say no), but I miss playing. I miss being hurt. I miss the headspace that comes from painful sensation, turning … Continue reading
Success!
I went out last night with friends, and I didn’t feel the slightest twinge of anxiety the whole time. There was massive traffic heading over town because of an accident on the bridge – I just listened to my music … Continue reading
There and back again
I ran into one of my ex-boyfriends on Facebook a few weeks ago. I friended him, he friended me back, and then we emailed a bit, and then we went for coffee. It was cool, actually, to see him again. … Continue reading
Redefining ‘normal’
A friend said that to me. “Maybe you just need to redefine what is normal to you, Erin. Your life has changed – why wouldn’t what you consider to be normal change too?” It’s something I have been mulling over … Continue reading
Dreams
Quoting from a secret on this week’s PostSecret:Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.
Neuroses
A friend of mine that I have known since we were born is going to Mexico in five days to get married. She started dating her fiance when her and I were roommates so he was always around. He’s a … Continue reading