Ever notice how sometimes when you think things are going exactly how you want, but then something happens and you realize that you had the proverbial wool pulled over your eyes?
I've experienced that lately. I'm not happy. I love what I do and I love where I'm doing it....but things have come to my attention lately that I am totally against. I'm pretty damn straight-forward. What you see is what you get. I will fight for you, I will defend you and I will take my last breath sticking up for what I think is right, especially when it impacts children. I will do this until you cross me or you do something so immoral that I lose all respect for you. Pretty much, once you lose it, you won't get it back. Ever. I tend to hold a grudge, big time. Even when I have tried to let that part of me go...in certain situations, I can't. When it involves morals...there is no going back. I can tolerate just about anything, but I certainly won't be on your side if I believe you have compromised your morals (or tried to compromise mine), regardless of the reason. It's one thing I absolutely can not and will not forgive.
If you would compromise your morals to throw someone else under the bus, it's not cool. I don't care what it's about, it's just wrong. As such, however, sometimes this happens and I don't know what to do with the information. Do I say something? Do I shut up and file it away? I just don't know and it makes me angry, mad, irritable and just downright feel lost. It's a crappy feeling to have.
I'm hopeful that over Spring Break, I can clear my head about it. It bothers me enough that I haven't been able to just let it go. It's hard. I want to do the right thing but I also don't want to stick my foot in the fire if I don't need to.
Where is a magic wand when you need one??? I could just wave that baby and everything would be fabulous ;)
As is normal in my posts of late...two topics in one because that's how I roll. :) On Friday, the first day of Spring Break, I pampered myself. I got a fabulous pedicure and then went and did some foot art. Fabulous, no? Honestly it did not hurt nearly as much as my wrists...having it done felt like a bee stung me repeatedly and my foot ached for about 2 hours afterward but it's been absolutely fine since. I LOVE this. It's my favorite of all of my tattoos.
I have to say that I think the left foot is feeling mighty jealous though. It has no ink. Look how lonely it looks! The Husband thinks I'm a freak (he has zero tattoos and won't get any) but now that I see how awesome my Phoenix looks....I really want to put something on the other foot. I just don't know what yet.