(Wo)man of Constant Sorrow

I have a terrible time with getting down on myself. In any given situation I will choose to think the worst of myself rather than the best. I’m working on that now. It seems that in this, as in everything, there are at least two versions, and how one thinks about it is all about how it’s spun. I can choose to think I lose interest in things quickly, or I can choose to think that I try out a lot of stuff that looks interesting, and sometimes it’s a fit and sometimes it’s not. I can choose to think that I am not a loyal person as I don’t keep a lot of friends, or I can choose to think that I really am looking for a deeper relationship than most people are, so of course people who don’t connect with me on that level aren’t going to stick around for long. I can choose to think I’m a basket case, or I can choose to think that I’m sensitive to a lot of things so of course things will bother me more than they do other people. I can choose to think I’m not good at much, or I can choose to think that I just aim for perfection and I’ll never be able to recreate what’s in my mind. Reinforce the positive…already that’s a good page to look back on.

Jane (Again)

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About Jane {Again}

Knifey Wifey. Mama to 4. Perfectly willing to accept that I could be wrong. About everything.
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One Response to (Wo)man of Constant Sorrow

  1. Shari says:

    Interesting blog. I appreciate your honesty. I enjoyed reading some of your posts and will come back again. I also believe you have inspired me to start my own ACJ blog so I can write my feelings about what I am doing/scrapping. It must be “freeing.”
    Thanks

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