Saying the same thing to the same person for the 20 zillionth time, and hoping against hope that this time, they'll see the light, and change.
Right. And I'm going to be 6'4" after I do some affirmations.
Seems like each time I believe that I've let go to the best of my ability, I will be granted a revelation that somewhere in my life, I'm still white-knuckling. I'm having a rough few days lately, headwise. Struggling to balance detachment with indifference.
Indifference seems to be winning; it's not a feeling with which I'm well acquainted, being rather more inclined to the obssessive side.
You hit the nail right on the head. I'm not sure what you are referring to, but this is the thing that stops the people I know from allowing loved ones to live their lives and make mistakes and learn and grow. It makes them feel like they aren't loving people if they wait and trust. Again, not sure what you mean in your life. But, thanks for the post. It speaks volumes.
ReplyDeleteI understand and recognize myself in this post. I am not used to feeling indifferent--almost like it is an unhealthy type of detachment. But sometimes I need to be there and not do the dance with the alcoholic. I have a choice about whether to participate or not. Misery is optional.
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