The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

Nosey #10WordStory

Sep
18

 

The Recovering Pessimist: Nosey #10WordStory -- When you give your thoughts/ideas/opinions in situations where you weren't asked for them, don't be shocked when you get a response you didn't expect. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessmist #10wordstory

Clipping Dead Limbs

Sep
11

The Recovering Pessimist: Clipping Dead Limbs -- Trees are pruned to encourage growth. The same applies to people. If you don't cut the dead limbs from your life, you won't continue to grow. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistPeople assume that when you say “I’m fine”, it means that you’re fine as long as they’re in your life. It’s true. When things were good, they were great. Over time, I matured and where I was then wasn’t where I was before.

You can't always take people with you as you journey through life. Click To Tweet

I tried to make things work between us. Why? Because I didn’t want to lose them. There were so many years invested in those relationships. My attempts to make it work were positive for a while, then things went sour again.

It took me a minute, but I understood that I had to cut the dead limbs if I wanted to continue to grow. No more visits. Phone calls and texts stopped. Social media connections were disconnected. Something in the matrix shifted. Folks got in their feelings.

“You’ll be back.”

“Oh, you just need some time.”

“I’ll give you some space.”

Many didn’t take me seriously until those days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years. I can remember folks telling me that it would get better with time and I thought they were crazy. They were right. Things got better. I got used to my new normal and I’m glad I let those people go.

Until next time,

MsWalton

 

Harm #10WordStory

Aug
14

The Recovering Pessimist: Harm #10WordStory -- He didn't want to do her harm, but he wanted her to know that they promised each other forever, and he intends for it to stay that way. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimist #10wordstory

Ready #10WordStory

Jul
03

 

The Recovering Pessimist: "Ready" #10WordStory -- Are you ready for what the future has in store for you? | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimist

Hope #10WordStory

Apr
03

 

The Recovering Pessimist: Hope #10WordStory -- Getting to know a potential mate is a ball of nervous intrigue. Part of you is excited to get to know someone, while the other part is stressed out over all the "what ifs". | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #recoveringpessimist #amwriting #snapshotstoryteller

Photos #10WordStory

Mar
06

 

The Recovering Pessimist: Photos #10WordStory -- Memories laid across the floor, covered in shards of glass. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimist #10wordstory

Darkness

Jan
09

The Recovering Pessimist: Darkness -- There's something soothing about sitting in the silence of darkness. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistWhen the sky goes dark for those precious hours

I face an internal struggle.

My body seeks rest

while my mind begs to tap into the creativity

and my spirit pleads to work through the stress and anxiety

that daylight suppressed.

I negotiate

Spend a few minutes with my journal

Chronicle all the matters that weigh me down.

Use 2-3 hours to work on

the inspirations that spoke to my creativity

during daylight hours.

Tasks completed,

I rest for the night.

Hours later,

daylight greets me.

I spend those hours

waiting for darkness to arrive

once again.

 

 

 

 

 

Warmth #10WordStory

Dec
05

The Recovering Pessimist: Warmth #10WordStory -- This story can be taken several ways. It could be that she's physically and/or emotionally gone. Either way, his attempts to warm her physically and/or emotionally are futile. She's gone. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimist #10WordStory

I’m Thankful For It All

Nov
28

The Recovering Pessimist: I'm Thankful For It All -- This has been one hell of a year (good, bad, ugly, etc.). I'm thankful for everything I've experienced (and continue to experience) this year. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistThis has been one hell of  a year.

There were more ups than downs.

The lessons I learned were painful.

I’m thankful for it all.

My spirit was tested.

My heart ached.

I let people go to let others in.

I’m thankful for it all.

I cried when I couldn’t handle anymore.

Laughed to keep my nerves at bay.

Screamed through the frustration.

I’m thankful for it all.

Each day was a new opportunity.

Tried to be not so hard on myself.

I made the best of it.

I’m thankful for it all.

 

Public Service Announcement: Beware of Strays!

Nov
07

I appreciate Fall for so many reasons (see here and here). It’s a reprieve from the outrageous heat of the Summer. I get to wrap this body in layers of warmth and eat all the soup/stew/chili recipes I have saved on Pinterest. However, it’s also the time of year where people seek potential companions to snuggle up with. Within the pool of potential companions are strays.

What is a stray?

A stray is a man or woman who has nothing but seeks someone who has what they don’t have. They provide little to nothing in return.  

Story time!

I took in a stray once. He had a full-time job, lived with his brother, and “circumstances” prevented him from owning a vehicle (feel free to read between the lines there). Did I mention that he had a set of twins plus another child that were only months apart in age (yes, you read that right)?

That’s a lot, but it wasn’t enough for me to walk away. Keep reading.

In the beginning, I didn’t mind doing the driving. I would pick him up from work and take him to either his brother’s place or mine.

When the newness of love wears off, you see people and things for who and what they truly are. Click To Tweet

In his case, it was his financial situation that tipped the scales for me. He tended to spend his money on wants, not needs. This particular evening I picked him up from work. He got in the car and didn’t say much most of the ride. After some prodding, he tells me that he lost his part of the rent money on a game he gambled on.

*rolls eyes*

I was livid for all the reasons. He then said that when he told his brother about the loss, his brother put him out. There’s this awkward silence in the car, that’s broken when he asked me if he could stay with me until he got himself together.

Claire Huxtable/Giphy.com

Claire Huxtable/Giphy.com

I told him I would think about it. I dropped him off at his mother’s and went home. Realizing that his situation was quickly becoming MY situation, I packed up the little belongings he had at my apartment and took them to his mother’s house later that night. I dropped that duffel bag on her front step with a note telling him that I didn’t want to continue our relationship and that he didn’t need to contact me…ever. That was almost a decade ago and so far, I haven’t heard from him.

I’m sharing this moment of my life because I want you to pay attention. Allow yourself to see what’s being presented to you in that moment and act accordingly. Falling for potential can get you wrapped up in some bullsh!t, trust me.

Until next time,

MsWalton

 

 

 

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