Day 2 of 61

To say I'm frustrated and disappointed, would be an understatement.

I'm frustrated with people that say they will come through for you, but don't. I hate empty promises. Addiction is selfish. I'm not a moron, I know it is. But, I know that to many people around me, I give, I share, and give some more. I'm heart broken that I ask for certain people to come around to show support, and in turn they are a no show. I feel like I've gotten all dressed up with the perfect hair and I've been left standing waiting on my doorstep....waiting.....waiting.....still waiting.

I have God. He is everything. But, support is what I yearn for. I don't want to beg for it. I don't want to cry for it, but I do want to blog for it.

I laugh thinking about earlier in the day. I decided that taking random bike rides would be a helpful outlet for when I get the urge to shop or calm the emotions that stir the urge. This solution, led me to my local mom-and-pop hardware store for a bike lock. The great debate started as soon as I hit the right aisle: go with the combination lock OR the padlock? The combination lock prevailed the winner!

My point is, that I shopped! Just like that, I failed. I bought a lock.

I promised myself I wouldn't get too worked up about it, but the elephant is in the room. He's dancin' with a tassel hat on, atop our coffee table. I truly believe that this "incident" doesn't count. Remember? I bought the lock as a vice to the solution: ride my bike to calm my emotions. Hmmm...I'm glad we can agree that this doesn't count.

If your reading this, thank you. It means more than you'll ever know. If your not, then I won't forget your not.

Good night,
Discouraged Shopaholic