This is the Part in Transition Which I Must Walk Alone

Saturday, Pacific Northwest -

it's chilly here as I began this day of reflection - feeling lonely, "Mean Mr. Mustard" comes to mind,

- issues with my family of origin with whom I'm triangulated with my biological mother at the apex of each triangle and whom I suspect is Narcissistic Personality Disordered,

- issues with my soon to be ex-fiance and her son with whom I'm triangulated,

- haven't heard from my son in quite some time (for him - he's surely "in love" as that's when I don't hear from him!), and everyone I used to know has moved on in their own lives. That's good.

- And I'm lonely. I'm alone. And I resist. It occurs to me, in that quiet little voice (that, for me, is my higher power, but we all have it and relate to it (or not) differently - mine, I've learned, is a quiet guide if I will slow down, calm down, enough to listen), that quiet little voice today is saying, "This is the part which you must walk alone. . . ."

So, Now That We Know . . . maybe we can stop putting energy into resistance - as the Borg would say, "Resistance is Futile."

Now That We Know . . . . jaz