perspicacious

I am :: purging house, (metaphorically as well), once again. 

I come from :: a place of excusing away my own hurt feelings, choosing to ignore what is obvious, by giving away too much, too quickly. 

I see :: the accumulation and clutter of things and thoughts; steadfast companions of outdated beliefs that feel like dead weight.

I love :: my husband for saying it like it is, even during those moments when I wish he'd chosen a more delicate way of expressing himself when the topic is me. (We all have a way we like words about us to be spoken don't we?)

I trust :: that I will start to believe again.

I believe in :: the truth of trusting the process, if only because I've been trying to prove to myself otherwise, and it hasn't worked. (At this point, what have I got to lose?)

I find :: myself in similar places and situations. Not in a deja vu sort of way, more like, 'really? here again...?'

I wonder :: if I will ever learn, and then I think I'm glad that I haven't so far, because it means  that I'm hopeful, not jaded. 

I found out :: that I really don't give a shit what anyone else thinks of me after all. (hitting rock bottom will do that to you.)

I call in :: focus and clarity. The fog is lifting and I've got a lot to do.