My name is Rebecca and I make my own luck.

This last month has been, well, nothing less than challenging (as is overtly apparent in the subsequent postings), but I am going to say right now that my luck is changing. My luck is changing because I have decided to change it. Why should I allow myself to be helpless to deceitful feelings? Feelings that cloud my judgment and cause me to make decisions that I would not make if I was thinking with a rational mind. Why should I wait around for someone to come and save me when I can just do it myself?
Passion is very irrational. It is why in every other aspect of my life I do not put up with peoples nonsense. If there is something that is wrong, I fix it so it is right and if it is unfixable I throw it away. Not so when it comes to certain relationships which I have allowed to again consume me over the past couple of weeks, but I have finally closed the door and have thrown away the key. That was the final chapter in that book which has no reason to remain on my shelf. Luckily for me I have a fire blazing all ready for the few pieces of paper that was added to it this time......

Death by Politics

Politics can bring out the best and the worst in people...

...and you would think that now that the election is over Hyde would go away and this said individual would go back to being Jekyll but unfortunately this doesn't seem to be the case.
Emotions ran high during the presidential race but in no way does that justify treating anyone in the opposite party with disrespect. There is even less reason to justify acting with obscene vulgarity towards someone who is supposedly your friend.
I said that I needed an apology and apparently that was too much to ask.
After as many years of friendship that the two of us shared, I would have never guessed it would have ended like this.

Here's to yet another new beginning!
Change can be a good thing.

Good riddiance to bad rubbish that somehow found its way into my pocket.

They say that all good things come to an end, but in this case something is just ending. Something that I thought was good in the beginning, that I thought was real, but in all actuality was nothing more than a distraction for the both of us to get back on our feet after a very dramatic event.
In the beginning of said friendship I allowed myself to see what I wanted to see. I saw the parts of her that reminded me of myself and allowed myself to be swept up in the notion that we were kindred spirits. Birds of a feather. We even went so far as adoring the ridiculous titles of twin, sister, etc, etc. In actuality there are more differences between the two of us than there are similarities; number one being how we treat our friends.
I go out of my way for the people that I care about and I do not think it is not too much for me to ask the same in return. I do not put men in front of my friends. And most importantly, I do not lie to my friends. I believe in blunt honesty and if that is not accepted then I move on. It is who I am and I will not change who I am for anyone.
There are very definite character differences between us as well, and its hard for me to sit around and watch certain actions that go against the things I believe in. Sure, I may not go to church every Sunday but that doesn't mean that I do not have morals of my own.
These things were ignored in the beginning, because I saw what I wanted to see. It was such a relief to me to feel that there was someone out there that understood me to that degree, but I believe that I felt that way because at the time I so desperately wanted to feel understood. Its empowering knowing this now, it makes the break easy because somehow I always seem to see people how I want to see them, and not how they really are.
Accept it or walk away? Obviously she didn't even take the time to notice that I had already put my running shoes on.