Participation in Happiness.

I’ve attempted a clear out today. I love how travelling alters your perspective.

Admittedly I only managed the virtual half of the clearout before going back into the dissociated bleary state, but I’m going to do the rest when I have a clear head and some time again. I can concentrate for longer and longer now, I’m noticing. My brain is healing.

I’m beginning to realize that I have to reset. Completely. The issue with resetting is, there’s a lot that needs to be smoothed over before you begin, otherwise you head further into the future with all these small regrets eating away. As such, I made peace with a few people. Sent a few texts. Deleted a few messages I really shouldn’t of been hanging on to. ¬†Erased some ‘friends’ from the social network.

The truth is, some people have been negatively impacting my life, and I realized a lot of it actually roots from people I associate with when travelling to work conventions. I realized something whilst I was in America this time round – I realized that as I was sat around listening to people talk about the latest gossip, and who was in the area, how weird they were, and who had money and this and that I realized that I honestly didn’t care about any of it anymore. I’m questioning if I ever did. I still love to travel, of course I do, and I love the genuine friends I have made from my involvement with the convention scene, but the truth is, I am so, so done with so many parts of it….

…so ready to move past it. Moving my blog was the first step.

I’m considering shutting down the site after the sales have finished. It served it’s purpose for the time it was there. It’s costing me to keep it there. For those that don’t know, I’m currently in the process of selling parts of my collection, as I had always planned to, and will be listing those last items that have not sold on ebay in the next few weeks. Some particular pieces I will keep out of fondness, but the truth is, I no longer need or want this stuff around.

If you read this, and there’s particular pieces you’re interested in making an offer on, remove the brackets and email me at this address: beyond.kinnetik(@)gmail.com

Everything I have been through in this past year has made me understand how little things like this matter to me anymore – it doesn’t participate in making me happy anymore. And if I can pass it on to someone who does, then that will make me happier.

The cash can go into my savings…towards my future. The future I’m building gradually in my head, the future that I can see now.

Over and out, I’ll be blogging more lately I can feel it.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back.

Trying to start this is one of the more difficult blogs I’ve written.

Charlie has done something hurtful whilst I’ve been away. I don’t want to go into detail, but it’s not good.

It’s been really difficult on him us being apart for the month, and he reacted poorly in a few minutes of madness according to him. We’ve become quite dependant on each other these past few months and I know it’s unhealthy. I can see how it’s happened, and it would have happened to any couple going through what we have together.

I know people aren’t perfect. But things damage me so much more now than they ever did – although I’m stronger than I’ve ever been, I’m weaker at the same time.

And it’s a really hard dynamic to manage.

Charlie is so very, very sorry. He’s been in tears, sent me email after email to try to undo the damage he knows has done in a few moments of brain hiccup. I can see in his face when we’re on the phone that he’s in pain for hurting me. I don’t think he can articulate it actually.

I forgive, of course I do.

But it hurts anyway. Especially at night. Like now. It’s always worse at night. I can think about something all day, and only feel the impact at night. He asked me not to tell anyone what he did. And that’s really hard for me because now I have to carry it alone, the way I have everything else for so long.

I wonder how I’ll ever continue to travel alone without worrying about a repeat of this?

Every time I book a flight will I be worrying this is going to happen again?

 

A Sweeter Note.

I’m off on one of my adventures again. This time it’s the states. Boston, Brooklyn, The Berkshires, and New York. 4 weeks, with friends meeting us along the route from all previous trips from 2012 to now. It’s been planned since Christmas, and I couldn’t be more ready for it.

I came to realize that after everything some time away from work and the local area might be prudent anyway. After trying to continue as normal for a month or so, I just took the week leading up to my trip away off, so I would have time to process, do some packing, and get in some quality time with my therapist. I was feeling exhausted, emotionally drained, and unable to continue my work, without even counting the trauma impact that is a daily struggle in itself. I need recharging of the highest order.

I don’t have to be back to work until September.
I’ll be blogging while I’m away, and taking plenty of pictures as per usual. This new page (with old posts) already feels very positive for me. I feel like I can grow to be comfortable here again.

 

over & out, yo.