I once lost a job I had tried so hard to get. I’m still glad. There are indeed some things money can’t pay for, like dignity, self respect, your own soul.
many years ago an ex made me an engagement ring that kept getting lost. it was fragile, often broke, kept slipping off my finger into sink drains and onto floors, sidewalks, wherever. it simply did not want to stay on my finger. i always managed to find it, retrieve it, even that one time it sat on the floor of a hockey arena for days.
i guess that poor ring knew long before i’d figured it out :)
the breakup was ugly, messy, horrible – and by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
this happens to me more often than I’d like to admit… I’m getting better at saying no to things though.
sometime when you have 5:27 to spend being unproductive on the internet, you should listen to Martha Wainwright sing Leonard Cohen’s “The Traitor”, from the documentary “I’m Your Man”. the sentiment is captured quite beautifully. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ8Jn1JvtdE
Have you ever made a commitment you thought you wanted, then been relieved when it became impossible to fulfil?
Yes.
Not I thought I wanted . That one, I really wanted.
But knowing what I know now…
I might be going overboard if I say I’m relieved (for I am not. I gave my very life to that commitment. Being relieved that it was treated like crap would be tantamount to saying I shouldn’t have valued it the way I should).
I still value commitments the same way.
As to the one I made the commitment with, though?
Uh… Let’s just say I’m trying to go back to the time when I would rather keep my mouth shut if I have nothing good to say anyway. I lost that girl I used to know when I lost myself in that commitment.
Not relieved.
Saved, is more like it.
…. by the One Above.
….despite my shortcomings.
… to the one I originally made my commitment to, whom I later forgot and disregarded.
I lost my mother’s engagement ring by putting it somewhere in the house where I thought it would be safe. I thought I remembered where I put it but it isn’t there…or anywhere else.
S’OK, though. I lost my mother long before I lost the ring, though she continued to live for another 20 years.
Yes. I don’t do well with most commitments.
My roomie had one of these… Sometimes an engagement proves that love isn’t always bilateral.
I am still open to finding a lifemate… but I have yet to see one I would permanently bond with.
I once lost a job I had tried so hard to get. I’m still glad. There are indeed some things money can’t pay for, like dignity, self respect, your own soul.
Let it remain lost, it will only turn the sweet taste of life to a choking ash that chains your spirit…
only when i am awake, sleep brings guilt
many years ago an ex made me an engagement ring that kept getting lost. it was fragile, often broke, kept slipping off my finger into sink drains and onto floors, sidewalks, wherever. it simply did not want to stay on my finger. i always managed to find it, retrieve it, even that one time it sat on the floor of a hockey arena for days.
i guess that poor ring knew long before i’d figured it out :)
the breakup was ugly, messy, horrible – and by far the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
this happens to me more often than I’d like to admit… I’m getting better at saying no to things though.
sometime when you have 5:27 to spend being unproductive on the internet, you should listen to Martha Wainwright sing Leonard Cohen’s “The Traitor”, from the documentary “I’m Your Man”. the sentiment is captured quite beautifully. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZ8Jn1JvtdE
Have you ever made a commitment you thought you wanted, then been relieved when it became impossible to fulfil?
Yes.
Not I thought I wanted . That one, I really wanted.
But knowing what I know now…
I might be going overboard if I say I’m relieved (for I am not. I gave my very life to that commitment. Being relieved that it was treated like crap would be tantamount to saying I shouldn’t have valued it the way I should).
I still value commitments the same way.
As to the one I made the commitment with, though?
Uh… Let’s just say I’m trying to go back to the time when I would rather keep my mouth shut if I have nothing good to say anyway. I lost that girl I used to know when I lost myself in that commitment.
Not relieved.
Saved, is more like it.
…. by the One Above.
….despite my shortcomings.
… to the one I originally made my commitment to, whom I later forgot and disregarded.
Now… I’m trying to find my way back
..and He’s helping me out.
I lost my mother’s engagement ring by putting it somewhere in the house where I thought it would be safe. I thought I remembered where I put it but it isn’t there…or anywhere else.
S’OK, though. I lost my mother long before I lost the ring, though she continued to live for another 20 years.