Detox day seven and am doing well. Have snuck in an milk arrowroot biccie (never sure how to spell bicky, bici, bicy, biccy - oh, you know what I mean) and two small pieces of beef from a yummy casserole I made tonight but I'm just such a good cook it was too hard to resist. Well, either that or I just needed a small but effective iron kick. Yeah, I think I'll go with that story.
Am thinking about respect today. This is another of those wonderfully subjective concepts that can cause havoc when misaligned. Why is it that sometimes we can get over slights on our respect scale but other days we feel the need to enforce the boundaries? Why is it also that the line in the sand that is drawn by us but also by those around us seems to be more pronounced at some times as opposed to others? And if we can get over things one day, why should we let them bother us so much on other days?
The key to it all, of course, is communication. That diabolical foe that lurks surreptitiously behind every cold shoulder yet pounces from the razors edge with fangs bared and talons drawn only to purr and sing and ponder and preach and question and query and quibble as it's whims may please?
Yeah, nah (that's one of my very most favourite phrases, by the way - so versatile!), sometimes communication is the key but it doesn't always fit the lock, or maybe there are so many doors that you never know which one it will open or what you will find behind each of them.
It's still a good place to start and I live in utmost hope that one of these days, just maybe, I will start taking my own advice.
Until then, I'm gonna keep doing the independent me thing and continue chasing the things that I believe I need in my life at the moment. The rest will sort itself out in time, I'm sure.