  When someone hurts me, it's ok for me to feel that hurt and to sit with it and deal with it. It's not ok for me to come in here and spout out my venomous bile, no matter how much humour it is coated with.
I came to this understanding all by myself. And while it doesn't change things at all, at least I feel better now that I can see where I need to go with all of this. I think that this blog is of better service to me if I use it to learn more about myself and how I can develop the finer aspects of my character.
My humour, my ability to laugh and play, and my capacity for love and forgiveness. I have lots of energy and spirit which I let become overshadowed yesterday by my fears and insecurities. All of this came to me in a dream last night. I have removed the posts about a certain person because whilst I think he has done the wrong thing by me, I don't believe that my being nasty and mean and spiteful is going to correct any of that wrong. This much I will reiterate. I like to believe that there is good in everyone and I try to work with that. When I find this not to be the case, I feel the disappointment and then I move on, expecting that I will find good elsewhere. I want to always be able to look in the mirror and see the good there. In my dream last night, I revisited what I had posted here yesterday and I saw that it wasn't the good in me. Quite the reverse. I owe it to myself to be better than that. 
