WOMAN…YOU THINK TOO MUCH!!!
Something happened to me today and I didn’t know how to take it. I was very flattered when she asked if she could do a portal to lead her people to my article. The link was attached to her Facebook. HER PICTURE HAD MY PICTURE OF WHEN I WAS A LITTLE WHALE! And do you know what the name of their page was…come on do you know???? Women who think too much!!! Ha! And there is a picture of me a fat little porky pig right under that phrase!!
I guess what bothered me about the picture was that it was a reminder of how very very sad I was back then, my soul was broken. My life was miserable. I was unloved. Oh My God it was hard just to go on and it was hard to see myself and be reminded at how hard life was for me emotionally again. I didn’t want to be reminded! And I looked like a fat tamale! Damn I looked like a meat ball!!
Holy moly I about lost my mind! So I asked this reader, what is this about? Well turns out they really liked my blog. If I would have calmed down a little I would have seen that right above my picture was a phrase that said, “Good Blogging”. Oh…ok. This was actually a compliment. She was linking her peeps to my blog, not mocking me that I was a little porky pig that thought too much. I sent her a message, “Ha! I guess I was thinking too much.”
You heard the saying if the shoe fits, of course you have, who hasn’t. I am not going to pretend that I am not codependent so maybe I need to be her poster child for codependents. That is fine with me. I know that it has been part of my healing. Someone that is codependent is going to have such a hard time dealing with divorce and I know that I haven’t even spoken of my codependency. Who wants to admit to that. I have likened myself to a piece of gum on his shoe. I just could not get closer to him and he just could not get far enough from me. Thank you God for taking that obsession away from me. I don’t know when it happened.
So yes I will wear that label, a woman that thinks too much and I will wear it well. I think too much…my mind is like a cafeteria of children who have had too much sugar and there are no adults to supervise them….chitter chatter…talk talk talk…sometimes it has no rhyme or reason…but I will tell you something…there is always something unusual and interesting being said in there…stick around, you’ll see!