Strbellysneetch’s Weblog

There exists this quiet secret part of me that absolutely loves Journey…and Air Supply, and whatnot. It’s what I grew up on.

• Despite my previous insecurities I am actually good at facilitating groups. My clients tell me so. Apparently I create a calming atmosphere. They tell me that too.
• If someone wants to act like an asshole I should just let them do it while walking away. I should always pick my battles.
• Nothing, and I mean nothing, will keep me from finishing school. Not even a $2,000 bill owed to my school which is not the result of my stupidity but is a result of a faculty member’s ineptitude.
• Something has been bothering me for weeks now. Nagging in the back of my mind. I figured it out. I am incapable of getting close to someone, even if it was for the briefest of moments, without getting the tiniest bit attached to them…especially if they were in the category of friend prior to that. Not crazy attached, but just a little attached. I don’t know that I will ever be capable of it.
• I don’t want to actually have children. If I ever ended up with someone that wanted them and was open to adopting them I may or may not be open to the same. Of course, I wouldn’t know how I felt about it until (and if) I was a part of that scenario.
• I want nothing more than to work for drug court in the near future. I am beginning a plan of action to get myself employed there. It starts with joining their softball team in a month.
• I truly am okay being on my own, and I would never again want to be with someone who is not okay with being on their own.
• The absolute best view in Seattle is from a park in Magnolia. I will now go there often.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. - Rumi

"Sometimes we think that fear ought to be classified with stealing. It seems to cause more trouble." –Alcoholics Anonymous, 3rd edition, p. 68