(*) Yes, the title is taken from a familiar song .
My life took a new turn. An inevitable turn. I could not continue to deny, deny, deny me doggedly traced the path of life. My life. I could not be more blatantly blind to happiness. I just could no longer live in a half. So I took the party to be happy. Nothing less. For too
seek approval and happiness of others, I finally forget. I still have a long way to go, I am not yet cured of this compelling need to please all, to be absolutely perfect in the eyes of all, to be stronger than I am. In recent weeks, many of those who doubted. Many did not believe in my ability, or thought I had totally the wrong way, dazzled by a fleeting illusion, taken to extremes in an unguarded moment. If only I could ignore all that prevents me now to experience fully the rapture of living too long sealed in me and yet just waiting to burst with joy, without coercion, without the unhealthy phobia injure others. That's why I started therapy that will allow me - I hope - to better assert myself against other, less guilty when my decisions are not unanimously, to act always have this fear of being judged, to appear imperfect this fear of always fail in the eyes of others.
So now, I've changed.
Changed remains. Changed the man of my life. Changed my vision. Changed the perception I have of myself. This is just the beginning.
*** On a lighter note, any change is necessarily accompanied by a drastic overhaul hair (yes, really).
last Thursday to celebrate with great pomp and my half-birthday ( *) - August 15 - I opted for a new purple wig with black locks. (Which, with my ghostly complexion and my rings about as huge as the ac Memphremagog me strangely close to the famous Morticia Addams .)
The next day at the daycare center, child exclaimed, "You changed hair! Have you changed your name too? "Adorable!:-D
( *) Well, yes, my childish side. One would expect of a girl who proudly proclaims that it has 5 ½ years, not an adult mortified to late twenties (2 ½ years of suspension ... ouhhh) .. .