Comments on: Lost Again

By: Cyndi

Cyndi — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 16:45:56 +0000

Thanks Les, it’s always a pleasant surprise to hear from you during tax season!

By: Les

Les — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 04:51:51 +0000

Don’t change too much, Cyndi. I think most of us like who you are–but I believe we should all strive to be the best version of ourselves!

Keep following the course that seems right for you. You are already helping people. If the school thing is frustrating you, you would be a great life coach. But just keep moving in the direction you feel is right, keep your mind and heart open, and you will find what you are meant to do.

By: Cyndi

Cyndi — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 22:38:45 +0000

It does feel like note passing.

By: Cyndi

Cyndi — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 22:38:00 +0000

I’m glad you stumbled across my blog, welcome and thank you for your comments! It is always good to hear from people traveling the same path. If it makes you feel an better, I’m 40 so you are realizing what you need to do for yourself much earlier than I and good for you!

By: Cyndi

Cyndi — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 22:35:08 +0000

So true Brian, thank you!

By: Brian Groves

Brian Groves — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 21:57:09 +0000

Hi Cyndi,
There is no right way, only your way. The process called life can be confusing, is often tough but each moment usually contains the next step forward when we permit ourselves to see it. Good luck with your adventure.
Brian.

By: Dawn

Dawn — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 04:25:34 +0000

The sorting it out process is mind blowing. It feels like we’ve been passing notes back and forth in school for a while. All these questions that call for an answer have a process so unique to all of us, yet still the same importance to all who come here. Thank goodness you write engaging words for my heart.

You are such a part of my song.
Dawn´s last blog ..Deep Gratitude for Inspiring Women

By: Nakita

Nakita — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 04:22:46 +0000

I have had a similar thought about the fact that I lose myself when I’m part of a couple.

When I was 19, my mother died and I moved home to live with my two brothers (both close to my age) and my dad. I worked full time, paid 75% of the bills, went to school full time, and was the only one of the four of us that cleaned the house. I was frustrated but I had such deep admiration for my dad and my brothers, that I was willing to sacrifice me. I wanted to be what they wanted me to be. I wanted to be the one that held everything together so that they could go find themselves. Fortunately I realized that I was becoming an oddly feminine version of them. I’m that kind of person. A cameleon.

The best thing was to get away (and I joined the military) so that I could become a stronger person. Someone who knew who she was and wasn’t trying to be anything but true to that. I wish I could tell you that that transformation happened quickly. However, I’m now 29 and still struggle with this.

It is much easier for me to be myself when my husband is not around. In fact, I think about we and he much more than I think about me. Just a few days ago, I decided that I NEED to do something about this. And I don’t want to leave my husband either. But I need to be me and feel connected to that in a way that us living together just doesn’t accomodate.

Despite being an intelligent and insightful person, I can’t get this right. I want to beat myself up. I want to give myself a kick in the ass so that maybe I won’t let myself fall into this damn pattern of behavior. And maybe I am in ways I’m not aware of yet.

I’m not posting because I feel like I have the answer. Your post just hit a nerve. I stumbled on your blog for the first time tonight. So it was interesting to read this at a time when I was feeling something similar. I’ll have to read more…

By: Cyndi

Cyndi — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 22:51:25 +0000

Thank you! Great minds think alike.

By: she

she — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 22:45:53 +0000

i just rt: that quote @you. LOVE IT. so true. sometimes, like today, i don’t even feel the need to write a post on my blog b/c you’ve already written about the subject better than i ever could.