Samara O'Shea

There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk

March 23rd, 2017

Without ever having you…
I have lost you.
Without ever knowing you…
I know you…
There is no history…
Only a memory
that never occurred at all.
A memory…
I can never forget.
~ Portia Nelson, There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk: The Romance of Self-Discovery

Slimy and Pathetic

March 15th, 2017

“Sometimes this human stuff is slimy and pathetic–jealousy especially so–but better to feel it and talk about it and walk through it than to spend a lifetime being silently poisoned.”
~ Anne Lamott

5 Calls

March 13th, 2017

Two weeks ago I downloaded the free app 5 Calls (just like Michael Moore told me to :). I’ve called senators Toomey and Casey every day since. This app makes it insanely easy! The app gives you a script (you choose the issues important to you) and dials the number. If the line is busy, the app provides alternate office numbers for your senators. My fellow citizens, please consider this. Now is not the time for complacency!

The Bride Wore Red

March 10th, 2017

I was watching a documentary about Joan Crawford the other day and a short clip was played from the 1937 movie The Bride Wore Red. The clip was of Joan delivering the following (unrequited love related) line in a feisty, over-the-top manner. I found it worth sharing. I’m sure the line doesn’t work as well without the performance. Still, it’s quite the spell to cast on your unrequited one…

“I want you to marry her, and I want my love to haunt you…to make you lie awake at night, to burn your heart, to make you sick with pain! I want you to think of me and to ache for me. I want never to see you again!”

40 days and 40 nights

March 2nd, 2017

Greetings ~ I’m giving up FB and Twitter for Lent. They’ve become too anxiety inducing for me lately. That being said, it’ll still be a challenge because I am endlessly curious as what others think of the latest news. I will remain active on Instagram. I’m fairly new to Instagram and find it to be tranquil so far. Everyone have a good 40 days and 40 nights!

The Art of Being

January 27th, 2017

“If other people do not understand our behavior—so what? Their request that we must only do what they understand is an attempt to dictate to us. If this is being “asocial” or “irrational” in their eyes, so be it. Mostly they resent our freedom and our courage to be ourselves. We owe nobody an explanation or an accounting, as long as our acts do not hurt or infringe on them. How many lives have been ruined by this need to “explain,” which usually implies that the explanation be “understood,” i.e. approved. Let your deeds be judged, and from your deeds, your real intentions, but know that a free person owes an explanation only to himself—to his reason and his conscience—and to the few who may have a justified claim for explanation.” ~ Erich Fromm, The Art of Being

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

January 20th, 2017

I’m taking a certification class in Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). Recently, our instructor mentioned a poem entitled “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters.” She says it’s something she shares with clients on occasion to help them take responsibility for their actions and to emphasize that change is gradual. She didn’t bring the poem up on screen, so I made a note to look it up later. I’m so glad I did. I think we can all identify!

This poem has been known to resonate with people in recovery from substance use problems. I also think it’s tailor made for the unrequited love population. How I wish I had known of this poem when I wrote Loves Me..Not!

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit… but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

~ Portia Nelson