Possibilities are Endless

"Become a possibilitarian. No matter how dark things seem to be or actually are, raise your sights and see possibilities -- always see them, for they're always there." ~ Norman Vincent Peale

It's not only a sad time of year for me but a necessary time to regroup with myself, look into the mirror and ask questions like: "Who are you, really?"

While relationships can be so uplifting they can also be downright exhausting. Sometimes it takes getting out of a relationship to mend the one that you have with yourself. :)

Between my ex and I, when times were good, they were so, SO good but then when they happened to take a downward spiral, I felt like I was falling out of the Twin Towers. I think a lot of it has to do with a sense of security and trust, being able to be independent despite being together. There were always times when we *knew* that we weren't being fair to each other and so, to be nicer, we broke up.

Relationships can be filled with so much pleasure and cause so much pain. But if they don't work, it's time to get out and re-examine things. In the meantime, it's important to stay busy so that you don't lose your mind.

So, when I'm not browsing around for a new prospective wife on here I'm busy answering calls and cooking up dishes for restaurant patrons...and it makes me HAPPY to not be so involved with the multiple identities of me, me as far as my other is concerned, and regular old me.

I relate to the blundering Presidential Candidates who were just recently on their campaign tours in that I don't get a lot of sleep, and when I don't get a lot of sleep, silly and hilarious things happen. When Hillary Clinton naps are shortened, she says things like "we had 300 people outside, literally freezing to death." (Quick Hillary, get out your Websters and lookup "literally"! Iowa is not having a state weather emergency). My SNAFU was misanswering a phone call the other day, not with "Customer Contact Center, how may I help you?" but "Customer Chaos Centre, how may I help you?" I think my subconscious was saying more to me in that instance than when I dreamt I was an adopted member of the Adams family.

Who will I be tomorrow? Will I wake up with a dorsal phin growing out of my spine? Will I start drinking tea and speaking in an English accent? When I was first single, it was surprisingly horrifying. I felt like I couldn't handle it. Life tested me by completely separating me socially against my will. I lost my cell phone and my keyboard got ruined. I was cut off. That was important though. For once I had no distractions and so I went on a cleaning/organizing rampage, finding out why I wasn't receiving mail (because Canada Post is afraid of unshovelled driveways), how I could get a new phone, how I could organize my life. Now I'm starting to be delighted by the surprises. I'm shape-shifting. Possibilities are endless.