You're right. I do have to do me. I have to. It's the only thing I can do. And who does me better than anybody else? ME.
I realized that I am not interested in fighting over money any more than I am water, and this dramatically improved my quality of life.
THIS.
I was facing a situation with family court and I still might in the future, that forced me to to realize that one day I must just be living out of a backpack. And I found a way to be happy with that.
I have the back pack packed and ready to go to. I guess I just got caught up in the haitus of hope that I wouldn't have to do that. I let my guard down and got comfortable. But I also had hope and felt positive again and I think that's why I latched on to it.
(Sigh). Sorry. I'm rambling. I need to do me. That's what matters. Thank you!
EDIT: Petting the dog in that moment would have led to excited playing--taking me away from the computer either way. I didn't feel like playing. I just wanted to rest. :) He's funny that way.