I’ve been living life, as stated in my last post. What does that mean? Part of it is that I have started dating. In this case, dating includes having sex.
*I know! Huge, isn’t it?*
So how did this happen? I’ve been talking about it for a while and I realized last week that is all I had been doing. Talking about it, but not acting on it. I acted on it and it is really good for the most part.
What is that “most part”? My “old” self occasionally pops up and messes with me. Old is taking the form of panic attacks. Two of them so far. One was at a very inopportune moment and I was, thankfully, able to control it. The second was today at work. That one I couldn’t control and just had to ride it out. During the dang thing I admit to questioning if this whole healing and living life “thing” was worth it. After it was over, as I was starting to berate myself, I realized that the panic attack actually meant nothing. It was a reaction to that one moment. Old programming, if you will. Nothing more than that.
This is why I say I am living life one step at a time. We have a moment or take a step and then move on. All of life is that way, but we ignore it.
Peace and blessings.