Repeat, repeat.

Sorry about that last string of similar posts written over and over. Although isn't it interesting to see the same story told three ways over three weeks? Right? Humor me.

Even though no one reads this but me, it's nice to occasionally come back and read months of realizations and consideration and ideas that I've written. To laugh at my own clever little jokes. To judge my own casual grammar mistakes.

I've learned a couple new things:

1. I may never learn. I get way too attached to people way too soon.
2. I'm in a hurry. Period. I rush things. It's almost impossible for me to slow down. It's almost Painful to slow down.
3. I'm funny.
4. I went to a "Phoenix Rising" yoga therapy session on Friday. I discovered how important security is to me. Safety, surety. I suppose I knew that already, but not in so many ways.

I don't know what else really, except it really is good to come back and read all these posts over and over again. I wish I were inspired to write more often about things other than how disappointed or brokenhearted the men in my life have left me.

Perhaps one day I will. Perhaps one day I've have more patience. Perhaps one day I'll love a man who doesn't disappoint or break my heart. Perhaps.