If only what the head knows, the heart would feel.
I'm a thinker and a doer, not so much a feeler, or so my management profile tells me.
Task-oriented, not people-oriented.
No time for feelings. They get in the way of actions.
That's overstating, oversimplifying, of course. I'm a mother, too.
But once you resolve to work on your feelings, your people skills, you open the floodgates and there's no turning back the tide. Having determined to be nicer to people, I wonder now if I've just gone soft.
Like camembert left out too long. I'd much rather be a sturdy cheddar, a stinky blue vein even.
And so, I find myself smiling at people who annoy me, and helping those who dither.
And not even so I can whinge later.
Pathetic, really.
And, I find myself feeling glad that my children seem at home with my husband's new partner. Or rather, telling myself I should feel glad. When what I really feel is sad.
Don't get me wrong. There was no betrayal on his part. He has just moved on.
My head knows this is good. My heart, it's pierced with a dagger.
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