Drama

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.