I don’t like this version of myself…
the one that sets expectations impossibly too high and then wonders why she is disappointed each and every time.
the one that lashes out and fails to communicate because she has her own agenda and refuses to let anyone derail her.
the one that is curt, short and rude for no good reason.
the one that likes to avoid conflict at all costs and will become quiet and withdrawn instead of address what’s on her mind.
the one that shakes out of anger, swears and bitches to others instead of facing the root of the problem.
the one that looses control, feels completely spent, desperate to be understood and in tears with a pounding headache.
the one that runs out of patience before any real work has begun.
the one that lets her inner demons get the best of her, throws willpower and self control out the window and ends up feeling sorry for herself.
the hardheaded, difficult to please version.
the one that is uncertain, weak and anything but sure footed.
the one that over reacts and can have volatile and immature outbursts when things don’t go her way.
I don’t like this version of myself.
Luckily, there are many sides to me.