Heh. Me too sometimes. :H
I had a really wonderful day. I've been really invigorated by the fact that I get to recreate myself, from the ground up, as it were. Everything is off the table and I get to pick and choose who I'm going to be and what I'm going to do with the what's left of my time here.
You've got nothing to be afraid of, trust me. Paint your picture. Sculpt your sculpture. Build you building. Erect your temple. Make it the way YOU want it. Fix it if you make a mistake. Just keep on going.
Take a break every once in a while, stand back and look at what you've done. No doubt other people will be looking to. Don't even worry about that, but definitely don't be afraid. You'll start to feel a sense of pride and love for yourself that is new and very healthy. It's been missing for a very, very long time. That's okay too :H even though it feels good. Keep it in check of course and keep on working!
neva eva;1058689 wrote: Since my home is as straight as it needs to be, I turned on the music those two are bonding over in that other thread, LOUD and started cleaning out my bookcases. Women with ADD? Gone. Rational Recovery? Getting Your Life Back? Adios!
Same with the extensive collection of anything Martha Stewart/Oprah. See ya'! Don't need you cluttering up my precious mind! But thanks for making me feel like I was never going to be woman enough...
In the beginning for me there was something about them I liked. I loved his voice. But when the heavy stuff came in sometimes it was too shocking. I almost couldn't take it and had to turn it off sometimes. It was kind of an acquired taste for me, now that I think about it. It took a little while.
I would be a fine bachelor indeed if I could get into the Martha Stewart/ Oprah type stuff for a while...Nah, I'm good :H
Finally. It's 4:41 in the morning. I just got off work a few hours ago and I go back in at 9:00 this morning. I could have slipped back into bed and probably could have gotten a little more sleep. Sleep, which to me these days is more precious than my beloved gym time sometimes. But I woke up on purpose, fully knowing I'd be shooting myself in the foot and took the time to write this, which means one thing: You must be one special girl! Keep rockin' :band2:
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