My family have always had some problems with me.
I am not that easy to get along with. I am sensitive. My heart rules my head. My head is a radar for out of control ego's. My face can't hide what I'm feeling. When I'm under attack my fangs always hit their mark. I have spent most of my life learning how to be nice to people, but I just can't master it with people that aren't nice to me...I'm really bad at it. When I unleash my nasty, I can easily be the nastiest.
I am lucky to have friends. One of them lived very close by and held a constant space for me in her heart and her home. Her worries and responsibilities were far greater than mine, but still she offered me a place to rest.
Respite from the relentless routine...of death and dying.
Replenish, Rejuvenate. Repair the rage.
Ride horsey together...
Here's a 'Miranda sings,' video my niece introduced me too about how to get a girlfriend.
I really wouldn't have managed without my best friends constant support, late night phone calls, the occasional night out, and that 'ABBA' concert in the park. Singing old 70's songs outside with a bunch of strangers cures just about any affliction, even rage.
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