For the last three days I’ve been blanking out every time I get down to writing. There has been so much happening that I could use some ‘venting out’ but doesn’t work nowadays.
I feel this confirms that I am becoming stronger, detached and more independent. I know I am. I am more in control of myself than I ever was in the past. I don’t need to write. And it makes me surer about ‘everything happens for the best’.
Good people are still around to listen and help but I’m less needy. I still crib at times but I’m human. I get frustrated but not bitter.
I have been ecstatic about the realisation that I am much more optimistic than I thought I was. In fact, I didn’t even know that I’m an optimist. It’s an incredible feeling.