Hello again, I know you. You with your tricky self trying to sneak back into my life. You and your multiple aliases:
Doing to Much.
You thought you could just come back into my life and win me over once again. Building the adrenaline, increasing my speed, leaving my mind racing, my body reeling, my wheels spinning.
You are making the cortisol rise.
You with your devilish charms feeding me achievement with every “to do” item checked off, every jam packed day finished.
And man we have fun. We go fast. We get things done. You make me feel important and hard working and accomplished.
But we have to talk.
This isn’t going to work. We’re not getting back together. It’s not you it’s me.
I have made my choice.
I choose space.
I choose ease.
I choose me.
Just thought you should know.