I'm done Sunday

I'm gonna start a new blog trend called "I'm Done Sunday"

Now I know this sounds a little severe, the phrase "I'm done" sounds like defeat, frustration, and thoughts that aren't so positive. But, while I do throw up my hands at these things, I know that writing them down and sharing them with a world of people that don't know my situation and only know my side is somehow empowering; and helps me see that it'll get better. By writing it, it's cementing it. I can't take it back and that's the way I want it to be. So with that, here's I'm done Sunday. Feel free to post this on your respective blogs as well. 

I'm done with feeling guilty about everything. (And when I say everything, I mean it. How that person felt when I said that thing that wasn't really related to them, how I came across through that text, etc)

I'm done with hating myself. I know I've said this a lot, but this time I mean it.

I'm done with caring about things I don't need to. This does sound harsh, but when you care about as much as I do, I need a little bit of a break. This does not mean people, or important things, this means things that only cause me more anxiety than anyone ever needs.

I'm done with suppressing my feelings when I need them to be heard. 

I'm done with taking the wrong things personally.

I'm done not standing up for what I believe in. With that, I'm done not believing in myself. 

So that's it. I don't know what's compelled me to do this, but I'm done caring about how it makes other people feel. After all, it's just a blog, if you don't like it don't follow me! So what are YOU done with on this Sunday evening?

 

 

It's Ok Thursday!

Yay for Thursday!

  So, It's Ok... ...to REALLY want to go home this weekend....to feel like you've been betrayed by the weather this winter....to plan your wedding...even though you don't even have a boyfriend....to confidently say that the play you helped direct went really well....to be mad at your roommates every once in a while (was this on here last week?)...to feel like you're falling apart because all ailments are hitting you at once....to be a hypocondriac....to be incredibly lazy this week after the play....to be mad that you did not have a showmance...even though they never ever work....buy yourself a bagel and a latte even though you're well aware it's bad for you.
What's ok with you?! :)