The Flight Across the Pond

There is nothing, dear readers, quite like the smell of feet while having to be strapped in to a flying petrie dish. We are barreling east over Canada near Hudson Bay. There are six more hours of this little slice of hell. Dennis is actually asleep! Lucky bugger. I am trying very hard not to freak out and demand a duty free haz-mat suit...the man two seats over, smelly feet woman's dear 'usband, has sneezed at least twenty times since we all crammed ourselves in this tin can, and has only managed to cover his mouth once. I may be digging out the Xanax after all. Once this bucket o' bolts touches ground again, I have no doubt I will be fine. Until then, Xanax sandwiches all around! I'm buyin'! - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Burned Bridges

Today I took a shot at mending a part of my life that I obliterated in an act of extreme indulgence and selfishness. I would be a dirty liar if I didn't admit that I have a small hope for a reply to my message. I would be naive to expect one. I feel naive to harbor my small hope. I spent a large portion of my life running from my problems. I made the choice to drink rather than to find a healthy way to deal with my emotions. Sure, every kid newly on their own does things they wouldn't do in front of their Mothers...I was no exception. It took me a very long time to learn to be okay with who I am and what I truly believe at my core. That journey has led me to face the flaws within my person with an aim to resolve them, or failing that, to learn to cope with them and navigate my life in a healthier fashion. Sure, I don't always get it right. I don't always make the right or even a good decision, but I stand by any decision I make. I admit that I have erred and work to learn from it. The shot I took today feels like a good decision. Mending burned bridges may be impossible, I can't say right now. Either way, I want whatever ashes remain to spell out that my behavior was shameful. That I put an accelerant to the already fragile tinder is a regret most acutely felt. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone