Tell me on a Sunday

Tonight, I had what will have been one of several epiphanies this week. It revolves around a particular poet, whom I have a tenable yet tenuous association with, and how I’ve allowed myself to get obsessed over their level of success in relation to my own. It’s not healthy. Measuring yourself against someone else is never healthy. It simply results in unrealistic expectations and ideals. More importantly, you look like a total cunt when you complain about it.

I can only be myself. To do that successfully, it is time to let this person go. May they continue to have success, and may they enjoy this as is only right and proper. I allow myself to accept that the obsession is mine alone, and by speaking this out loud that emotion is released and walked away from.

Let me move on from this positively.