But alas, it has been nearly five years and, still, here we are.
I've realized recently that I carry a boat load of the responsibility for the current status of our relationship squarely on my own shoulders. Don't get me wrong Chattanooga is far from perfect and on paper the two of us really aren't compatible. But, I've done little to foster a sense of camaraderie between us. I've poked fun of her at every given opportunity. I've rolled my eyes at some of her better qualities, dismissing them as unimportant. I've convinced myself through my repeated thoughts and chosen attitude that we will NEVER be friends. I've worked hard to convince myself how horrible Chattanooga truly is. And now, I'm reaping the benefits. See, even when I attempt to "like" her all those old yucky tapes play in my head. I've conditioned myself to cringe at the mention of Chattanooga. Let's face it; it's a Pavlov's dog situation up in here.
"The wise woman builds her house,
but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down."
Proverbs 14:1
So it turns out that I've been real "foolish" and am consequently suffering the consequences. Nuts. But, the good news is, there's hope. I've recognized I'm a big part of the problem! And that can change! The hubby offered me a brilliant piece of advice the other day. When my trained brain starts to rip Chattanooga apart I can simply reply, "Thank you for your input, but I'm choosing to disregard that." I'm sure it won't always be as simple as that. I've got a pretty stubborn brain that's done years of research into Chattanooga's suckiness. But, it's a start. It's a concrete plan of action.
Plus, it points me toward the "wise woman" track. And that seems like a much better path on which to travel.
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