My journey toward the Ironman finish line, and within myself.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Moving from What If? to Whatever
Well, that wasn't exactly how it went. But, I needed my Dad's advice again today. I seem to be drowning in my "what ifs". These are more of a personal nature lately, to which as my husband can unfortunately attest. I think I'm afraid to let things unfold. I'm afraid to get hurt. I'm afraid I'll be heartbroken. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. I'm afraid. So, I talked to my Dad, because he'll give me no-bull answers (the real one ended up being instead of "what if" substitute "WTF", lol). So, his no-bull answer was that "yeah, this is your problem, and no one else's, so you'd better @*$# or get off the pot." Now, oddly enough, my Dad's not a vulgar person, so apparently I'd better pay close attention! As it is, those buggers (the what ifs) are driving me crazy. They hold me back from experiencing my already amazing life.