The Truth Hurts

Good evening!! 

OK, so I am trying something new-ish here (for me)...every time I think of texting Mr Sheffield; every time I am worrying about my new position as a trainer at work or whether or not to go for that supervisor role people suggest I should go for; or how I feel about my Dad recently moving out (albeit only next door), I am going to blog.

I am hoping that this will stop the desire to text or call Mr Sheffield every time I want to. The thing is whenever I do I don't get a response; he only ever texts me on his terms and I hate that. 


I am hoping that it will stop me from chewing my lips to bits during the night because I am worrying about my job, my parents and everyone else's problems and issues.

Game Playing

I am not fond of playing games, at all. I don't mind playing hard to get, but I refuse, point blank, to play manipulative mind games. Which as some women may agree, is hard not to do. Many girls out there, including my own darling sister, deem them as a natural part of getting a man. I, however, have played far too many games: waiting games, love me games, become closer to me games, miss me games and the push him away games. 
 
It's not something I am proud of, but I did it. When my heart crumbled because of Far Away Boy, something changed inside of me. I promised to be totally and utterly honest with myself, and all the people around me, including whomever my love interest was at the time. 

So far, so good. But I still haven't been true to myself. The reason I started this blog was so I had a way to vent and get all the gunk on my chest that I go over and over in my head into a "tissue" and throw it away (apologies for the gross analogy). But I have been using it to exploit my sexual relationships. I know it must seem that I am brandishing them, and I have not figured out why I would want to share them with the world; no clue whatsoever. 

From here on in, I am going to be as brutally honest with myself, often harder than being truthful to those in your life.

I will, of course, still keep you updated with the various men who sail through my life but I feel that this needs to be more of an escape for me more than anything. 

Dull, I'm sure. 

But I guess it will be my version of therapy. I have no idea why it has taken 12 months (or so) of blogging to realise this. I know many people blog to share with others their experiences of their lives, but I feel that this needs to be a sacred place where I share with myself. It won't matter how many people follow me or if anyone even reads it. The most important point will be that I am learning to be more honest with myself and to work out what I want from every aspect of my life.

Therefore, the first thing that will change is that this blog will become not an "insight into my ever changing love life", but quite simply "into my ever changing life". 

I would like to be able to use this blog as an opportunity to share my travels, dreams, poetry, and of course any naughty little stories that happen to crop up.

I guess it will be entirely self-indulgent, but sod it! 

I would use a normal big hard back diary, but typing is much faster nowadays anyway :)