Doing some housekeeping...

I am cleaning out the things in my life causing me stress. I am looking at every part of my life and trying to decide if it still serves a purpose in my life. If not, I'm tossing it out.

I have an offer for a new job and I've told my current boss that if she fails to fix my current job, I will take that offer.

I told the boyfriend in no uncertain terms that the time for excuses has passed. We've had a lovely year with 6 months of commitment and that's plenty of time.

I announced to my professors that their commitment to me was that I could miss deadlines if I had work commitments and I am invoking that clause.

I told off a cabbie for waxing on about the economy and the news. I don't need any more bad and if he can't say something nice and pleasant, I'd rather not give him a tip, thank you very much.

I made that fertility appointment I was hoping I wouldn't need because things would happen "the old fashioned way" with a husband and family.

Then I told the kitten that I've had quite enough of 4 am restlessness and he could spend a few hours in the bathroom if he didn't choose to behave.

I'm being incredibly nice about each ultimatum. I begin with acceptance of individual agency and freedom, I thank the person for their service and support, and then I explain in my calm but certain voice how my needs are not being met and I need to act in my own self-interest. I am not sure I have ever been so coldly selfish. I have ignored discussions of timing or love or patience or sadness. I have pointed out that my past patience is sufficient and that no thought of timing or love or any other factor was made for my needs when the other person elected to pursue self-interest. What's more...I do not care about my timing or the ill effects on any other person's life. The time is here and long past that I meet my own needs.

I love the shocked looks on their faces. I don't believe anyone believed that someone so nice and self-sacrificing would ever truly reach their limit. But here I am on the eve of Thanksgiving announcing to the Universe that I am truly cleaning out the junk in my metaphysical house.