A weight has been lifted
Indeed, that is how it feels. Like a huge big, giant weight has been taken from my shoulders and tossed aside. I no longer have to worry about it. That weight was Becky. In some very weird way I feel I can get on with my life without having to watch my step, mind my words or pretend everything is hunky dory. I no longer will have to tiptoe around at work and try to keep the peace with everyone after her words have caused some problems. I just won’t have to worry about her. No it’s time for me to feel like I belong. To start afresh.
I’ve also finished feeding Harley. Upon leaving her I felt a huge relief plus great sadness. I know I’m going to miss her, she was an awesome cat. I feel bad she is being left with an owner who doesn’t deserve her or probably treat her as well as she could. I don’t mean she abuses her, but she probably doesn’t receive a lot of attention. My friend is one who’s always out with her new man (well the one she’s currently with, until he’s run out of usefulness!) and Harley barely gets a look in. I wish I could keep her.
So it’s been a day of finishing things. And now it’s time to start a new chapter, one without a monster always lurking behind the scenes ready to jump out at any given opportunity. No, it’s a chapter filled with happiness and other such soppy stuffs.
The lack of context is astoundingly intriguing. Makes me want to know quite a bit more. It’s quite odd reading about another person’s life like this. PErhaps we all live vicariously through one another.
Perhaps we do. I wouldn’t get too intrigued, reading about my life is just not fun! Perhaps you’d care to share a URL next time/if you pop by?
I’m glad you finally have the breathing space at work. Start afresh. That’s a good idea.
Yes, and it’s been bliss without the thumping around at work. I was constantly getting headaches.. everything just seems so much more calmer now.