🧠 What Are Your Intrusive Thoughts Trying to Convince You of Today??

Can you find a way to enjoy the fruits of your labour today?

Don’t wait. Seriously, don’t. Be secure, but don’t smother your joy. You deserve to taste life now.

Meanwhile, my own intrusive thoughts are whispering, ā€œYes, Eva, buy more panties.ā€

Because I deserve them. And so do you - whatever your version of ā€œpantiesā€ may be. Go get them 🤪
I’ve always had a hard time rewarding myself in general. I’d work harder than anyone in my family and would spoil myself the least. One year, I earned more than I ever had (or more than anyone at the time I knew) and I still didn’t buy myself the watch I really wanted. Instead, the little boy in me who saw his parents struggle to pay bills bought himself a discount watch that looked something like the one I really really wanted. Unlike my cousin who cashed his first check from the part time job he had and bought himself the cologne we bought wanted. I envied him. And people like him who could spoil themselves.

Until I went to Europe for work about 15 years ago and found Saville Row and bought $10,000 in suits. I felt immediately guilty after, and those suits usually just sit in my closet. I still struggle with spoiling myself but I’m not afraid to do it any more.

Suits, Ties and watches = my version of your panties 🤣
 
Can you find a way to enjoy the fruits of your labour today?

Don’t wait. Seriously, don’t. Be secure, but don’t smother your joy. You deserve to taste life now.

Meanwhile, my own intrusive thoughts are whispering, ā€œYes, Eva, buy more panties.ā€

Because I deserve them. And so do you - whatever your version of ā€œpantiesā€ may be. Go get them 🤪
So I do have 'my panties'. The challenge is that if I do enjoy them, I get sick. And if I walk away from everything I feel better too. Yet walking away would be harmful to many.

I know that's cryptic. Alas, it's the best I can share publicly right now.

It's the proverbial rock and hard place.
 
I know that's cryptic.

It’s the way I prefer it, never apologize.

Do you think once you stop working towards the proverbial ā€œendā€, you’ll be able to indulge without the weight and struggle?

Or would walking away, once and for all, regardless of who it affected, be your choice?

You don’t have to answer. But that’s why I like reading between the lines, I get to examine my own thoughts.
 
Do you think once you stop working towards the proverbial ā€œendā€, you’ll be able to indulge without the weight and struggle?

Or would walking away, once and for all, regardless of who it affected, be your choice?
Sadly, I fear the struggle will always be there.

I do not want to walk away. And that is agony, and perhaps irony of it all. It might be a matter of staying and suffering and not being able to enjoy it, or leaving it all and therefore not being able to enjoy it.
 
I know I should just end things. Delete his contact. But my stupid abandonment issues are telling me to stay just in case, try harder, prove I’m worth the time and effort.
Delete it. He's not worth the energy or the trigger that makes you think you need to try harder. If he needs to or wants to, he still has ways of finding you.

You're worth so much more than this, and if you have to ā€Šprove it to someone, he's not worth having a chair at your table.
 
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