What an Itch
So after all my outdoor activities over the weekend, I am now suffering from 17 moquito bites. Most of them are on the bottom half of my legs but one is right on the thumb padding part of my hand. And I know I shouldn't scratch them but I just can't seem to resist. It starts with a genlte rub and then the blazing flames set in and I have to scratch and scratch and scratch. Even when there is stuff oozing from them and my leg is completely red, I just can't stop.
I guess it's the same in other aspects of my life too; I know I shouldn't be doing something but can't seem to stop. Like when I worked in Wetherspoons in Glasgow. I knew that it wasn't good for me, that it was causing me more pain and sadness than I needed to put myself through, but I couldn't quit. Not until I had left myself with no other choice. And as soon as I did, as soon as I had removed myself from that toxic situation, my life immediately got better.
I know both of those situations are not quite the same but they have a similar theme. Even when I know I'm hurting myself I can't quit, I can't lose face, I have to finish what I've started.
Looking back on my Glasgow days, mostly I had a blast, but I'm happy not to be there anymore. So today's music offering is one I used to listen to and sing with all my heart called 'Breakaway' by Kelly Clarkson.
Until next time...x