The Recovering Pessimist

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

Dear #Love, My Elders Were Right

Feb
15

The Recovering Pessimist: Dear #Love: My Elders Were Right. -- You're doomed to repeat the mistakes of your past if you don't learn your lesson. #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistDear #Love,

My elders always say that you’re doomed to repeat the mistakes of your past if you don’t learn from them.

I made friends with people who only befriended me for what I could do for them.

I dated guys who wanted a body to lay with, not a partner to grow with.

I didn’t correct my friends the moment I realized they were using me. Nor did I drop those guys when I realized they didn’t want what I wanted. Because I didn’t do anything to make things better, the cycle repeated itself until I finally got fed up.

You teach people how you want them to treat you. Click To Tweet

That’s one of the top 10 life lessons I’ve learned. I want to thank my elders for all that you’ve taught me.

Until next time,

MsWalton

 

 

 

Dear #Love, I’m Sorry

Feb
08

The Recovering Pessimist: Dear #Love, I'm Sorry. -- #Love, I'm sorry for blaming you for my mistakes. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistDear #Love,

I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflection since I’ve entered my 30s. This journey isn’t easy by no means, but it’s necessary. Writing in my journal has helped me work through a lot of my issues. I’ve apologized to a lot of people in those pages, but I have one more apology to make.

#Love, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for blaming you for my mistakes. I'm so sorry for taking advantage of… Click To Tweet

I’m in a good place now and I feel that if you entered my life at this point, I’d welcome you with open arms. You gotta admit, we do work well together.

Until next time,

MsWalton

 

 

 

 

Dear #Love, Forever Isn’t Guaranteed

Feb
01

The Recovering Pessimist: Dear #Love, Forever Isn't Guaranteed -- Lesson Learned. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistDear #Love,

I was with my first love from the ages of about 19 to 21-22ish. A mutual friend introduced us and the attraction between us was undeniable. School kept us 100+ miles apart, but technology kept us in touch.

We had met each other’s parents and close friends. I couldn’t go anywhere by myself without someone asking about him. We talked about our future together, which involved marriage and possibly children.

I was in love and it felt warm and tingly. I loved being affectionate towards him in public. Oh, and we were totally that couple that sat on the same side of the booth at restaurants. There were times where we finished each other’s sentences. Whew, I was in deep!

*insert heavy sigh here*

When you get comfortable with the person you’re dating, the real you begins to show. There were things about him that I didn’t like and I’m sure he felt the same way. We’re all flawed and besides, we loved each other and that’s what matters right?

Yeah…not so much.

Over time, the warm and tingly feeling went away. We argued. Looking back on it, my jealousy started a lot of the arguments. Cracks were forming in our relationship. We weren’t the happy couple that we were in the beginning. I was aware of that. What I didn’t realize was that he had emotionally checked out and checked in elsewhere.

I had dreams for us. He was my ONE, my heart, my love. Correction. I thought he was my ONE. I don’t regret the relationship because I was introduced to heartbreak and taught a very valuable lesson:

Forever isn’t guaranteed.

Until next time,

MsWalton

“Dear #Love” Letter Series

Jan
29

The Recovering Pessimist: Dear #Love: A Love Letter Series -- A five-part series on my feelings about #Love. | www.therecoveringpessimist.me #amwriting #recoveringpessimist #optimisticpessimistI’ve been brainstorming ideas for February’s theme. Last year, I wrote a series entitled #Love: A Musical Retrospective. This year, I didn’t want to do something as grand, but I wanted it to be just as personal.

So, I decided to write “Dear #Love” Letters. It’s comprised of five letters from myself to #Love covering a range of topics based on personal experience. It’s my way of healing old wounds and opening myself up to experiences that I have avoided.

Enjoy!

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