I don't like change much, somehow it threatens me. I like to think of myself as adaptable and flexible, but in reality I think I've become very set in my ways, maybe its something to do with getting older, whatever it is I don't like it in myself, but its there.
I've just had two weeks off from work, it was my first night back last night, I always dread it, I don't know the patients, and I feel a bit out of it, but usually there is a friend there with me who knows whats going on, and within a couple of hours I'm back in the swim. Last night however there was a new member of staff with me, I didn't know her, and my heart sank when I walked in the staff room and realised the situation. At one time that wouldn't have fazed me, I might not have been thrilled about it but I would have been ok, but I really had to give myself a severe talking to last night to stop myself from almost panicking inside - ridiculous.
I seem to be the same in all areas of my life...............
I've been on my own now for quite a while, I live alone, I only really have myself to think about, I don't have to compromise my life in any way, I have to put myself out for family and friends at times, and I have to consider my animals needs and well fare, but most of the time once I'm home, and the door is shut, I can just please myself. There's no arguments over the remote control, no "discussion" over whose going to do the washing up, mow the lawn, or whose family we're going to spend Christmas with this year. Its an "easy" life, but as I've recently been told its not "normal" either, (whats normal) and I have to admit, its lonely too.
I read through some posts here and heave a sigh of relief that I'm on my own, I don't have to put up with things some people here live with daily, but other posts leave me feeling very differently, I feel left out of life, separate from the human race, very lonely and and cut off. Its the same in real life, some of my friends have very happy family lives, and others have a miserable time, but they are at least living life, life just seems to be passing me by.
Don't get me wrong, most of the time I'm quite happy with my life, and I can't blame anyone for my life, life is what you make it, but I'm beginning to wonder whether I've lost the ability to change it, to turn it around, have I left it too late?
I met someone recently, he was a really nice guy, but I was scared of letting him into my life, I would have had to change, adapt, compromise my life to allow him in. Did I like him enough for that, I didn't know, would I ever like anyone enough, I don't know that either.
I should have know if I really liked him, shouldn't I?
Is it that he was just not for me, or is it just fear of making another mistake?
I can't decide, it shouldn't matter, I should be willing to take the risk.
I should have know if I really liked him, shouldn't I?
Is it that he was just not for me, or is it just fear of making another mistake?
I can't decide, it shouldn't matter, I should be willing to take the risk.
Fear of living seems to be taking over my life, I don't like it, but I don't know what to do about it.



