And, what’s something you love today that you never even knew you needed in your life?
This is another morning journaling attempt.
It’s a Saturday, week who knows of Lockdown. Here in Wales we still aren’t supposed to go more than 5 miles from your home.
I’ve had to force myself to have a rest day because I keep getting calf injuries from too much HIIT workouts (specifically squat jumps and burpees) and then trying to compete with people who run faster than me on Strava.
I think with my ADHD (undiagnosed) I always want to be on the go and doing stuff. Even writing this blog post right now is a compromise…I was supposed to be just sat here having an analogue day. No screens at all…(kindle doesn’t count!) but here I am anyway…
I just finished reading Superior by Angela Saini (I have first edition signed copy from where she did a book launch as part of the ‘Why not a Doc’ podcast at the RI) and then I started reading Girl, Women, Other by Bernardine Evaristo on my Kindle (reading it in a book club, with one other friend lol).
So here I am; perhaps these great writers have inspired me. I want to be like them; to write.
And at least if I’m here on the sofa on the laptop, as opposed to in the dinning room, which is the designated work space, then it’s ok.
I’m trying to think of things I’ve let go of…to adhere to the rules and point of the journal prompt heading for this blog post.
The truth is I have trouble letting go, in general. Haha.
My ex who broke my heart; I’ve mostly let that go, but probably not fully if I am honest with myself. I have let go of the anger though; I think I forgive him and I know I am better off. So, I guess in a sense I have let go of the life I thought I would have with him. It still bloody hurts some times, but I think that’s just the betrayal and the shock and fact I was so wrong about him. It hurts a lot less and I think about it in a much more fleeting and less consumed way than I used to, even compared to like 6 months ago. So that’s very positive.
I guess I have fully grieved for that life and I do genuinely feel excited about what this ‘new life’ has to hold.
So that’s the first part of the journal prompt done!
The something I love that I didn’t expect to love has to be my parents dogs!
Bili, Milo and Stella.
I wasn’t brought up with pets because of my asthma and my parents (especially my Mam) for most of my life has actively disliked dogs and their owners sometimes lol.
But then it all changed when she started to look after my sister in law’s dog. She used to cry when he would go back home. She did a full 180 on dogs…and now my parents have 3!
Bili was the first; he’s a Cavachon. I truly love him (and he is my favourite) …I didn’t realise I could love a dog so much, but I do.
When I had that bad break up which happened just before Christmas. When I came home to my parents he started sleeping in my bed instead of in with them. And he even slept next to me in the bed with head on the pillow like a little human. He cwtched into me as I cried. It was like he knew how much I needed him…
Now I consider him to be one of my bestest friends. As cheesy as that is.
Dogs. They give you unconditional love. And it’s impossible not to love how they react when you come through the door. Their excitement at seeing you.
How they force you to relax by snuggling up beside you and going to sleep on the sofa.
How they roll over in front of your when you are walking about the house and want a belly rub.
How they put their ball on the floor in front of you and look up with those loving eyes. And you have to throw the ball.
They have truly thawed my icy heart lol.
I really love them and they have made this whole lockdown thing berable.
These dogs have honestly been better than therapy for me.
I just wish I could take them back to England with me. But then I could not give them such an amazing life…
Ok this is the 2nd journal prompt from the Morning Journaling website- so I thought I would give it a go.
I guess in lockdown here with my parents, what are we like 4 or 5 weeks in?
I’m sleeping in my old room, surrounded by my old fluffy toys and I am 35, so that’s a bit weird I guess.
So yes along those lines I think one of my main thoughts that has been getting the best of me is that I am regressing lol….I am single, back in Wales and perhaps a bit scared that that is going to be it for a long time. I will be single and adrift, without direction or another person to direct my love at.
It’s actually not such a sad thought to me though, it scary but I am not sad, not anymore anyway.
This fear, is also really interesting. Like I don’t necessarily feel like it’s a bad thing.
It’s very cliche to say but I am using this lockdown to actually try enjoy this extra time, where I am literally forced to remain single…I can do whatever I want…I can just take the time to assess what it is I really want.
What do I love about myself?
What I need to go forward?
What do I want my life to look like in the future?
Do I need someone else?
I am still not sure what I want to be honest.
So I just have to keep going with what feels right.
For right now.
There is some fear that this might be it.
But there is also a kind of fire in me about what could happen, it feels like I am on the edge of something and that’s exciting.
Ok, I found another journal prompt website on marcandangel.com and the first one is the title of this post.
It’s about forgiveness. It’s a bit deep and scary this subject, but I guess that is the whole point of this, the act of the journaling; to stir up your thoughts, bring them to the forefront of your mind, make you see them and embrace them.
It forces you to think about the impact these deep, inner thoughts might be having on your wellbeing and your actions going forward.
I think the only thing that comes to mind for me personally is that I need to forgive myself for being so in love with someone, and still not being ‘over it’.
It’s taken me three years to get over the betrayal, and I am still not ‘over it’ and still that feels like too long to just be sad.
I am just so annoyed at myself, I am annoyed that it still feels like the volume has been turned down now, on my whole life.
Why has it taken me longer to ‘get over it’ than the time we was actually together as a couple? That’s mad.
And I do beat myself up about it, and I shouldn’t!
I should forgive myself for loving him so deeply. And forgive him for leaving.
For replacing me.
I think I shouldn’t still think of him; almost everyday, but I do.
I have to accept I may never be over it…I guess I just have to embrace all that I’ve learned from having my heart broken; from trusting someone so completely and then having that destroyed.
Because in the end it changed me into the person I am today. Maybe the problem is I don’t know if I like this person?
I think I miss that other ‘Sadie’.
The Sadie from before. She wasn’t so cynical and jaded. She trusted in people.
She loved with an open heart and so completely.
She was all in.
I don’t think I’ll be all in again. But I have to forgive myself for that.