Thanksgiving dinner yesterday was really nice. There was quite a bit of drama earlier in the day, but I won’t relate it here, because I’m beginning to see that Eleanor is right about the way I feed on drama. It isn’t a pattern that I like, or one that helps me in any way. As she has said repeatedly, I am getting something out of it, or the spoiled teenager inside is getting something out of it.
I think maybe if I figure out what
it is that inner teenager needs, and find a way to give it to her in another
way, one that doesn’t involve that kind of drama, it would be a good thing. I am not sure how to do that, but I am going to start trying to work through it in my head.