endings, beginnings, journeys.
ending
It's time to move on. It's time to accept that who I want to be, who I am inside, is not who I am on the outside, not who I've been my entire life. It's time for me to recognize that moving on doesn't mean denying who I've been my entire life, but recognizing that that's not who I have to be. I can be anyone and anything that I want to be, as long as I want to be that person. And that starts now.
Actually, it started this weekend. I no longer own most of the clothes that have been sitting in my closet waiting for me to ... well, to be my mom, because I hated most of them but she'd bought them for me, either directly or indirectly. I've taken them, and what they mean to me, out of my life. Now all they can do for me is bring a little money -- what ones get sold, anyway.
I'm not going to be the slovenly, frumpy, awkward, uncomfortable person that I've been all my life. That's not me. That's not who I am, and that's certainly not who I want to be.
beginning
In the process of this evacuation of the old, I actually accumulated a few things. I got a few articles of clothing from mcmiller, which are in remarkably good condition. Not one of these pieces is my current size. They're all sizes that I aspire to, or that are on the way to what I aspire to at least.
The most remarkable of these acquisitions is a black dress with white trim. It's size is 12. This is the size where I want to be, no matter how long it takes me to get there. I WILL get there. I need to learn quite a few more things about myself before I can get there, but I WILL get there.
journey
And so it begins. I will renew my vows to my gym, and I will renew my vows to dietary fiber, and I will make one new vow: I can achieve my aspirations.
ending
Chris comes home tomorrow! Tonight is my last night home alone!
beginning
I've started using tea tree oil shampoo and conditioner. My hair is ridiculously soft today. I like the tingly scalp too. Hopefully, it will do what I want it to do.
journey
Maryland sucks. It took me as long to come home last night as it did to drive down to mcmiller's house on Friday night in rush hour traffic. Maryland drivers can suck my balls.
It doesn't suck nearly as much as Connecticut or the PA Turnpike, but it still sucks. Also, it costs $15 to go down to VA and come back. And that's if I don't take the Delaware Memorial Bridge or the NJ Turnpike, which adds about $12 more. I suspect that the reason why Delaware does not collect sales tax is because it costs $6 to drive the 40 miles that is I-95 southbound and back northbound. $6. For 40 miles of roadway. I'd say that's highway robbery, but I'd get slapped.
It's time to move on. It's time to accept that who I want to be, who I am inside, is not who I am on the outside, not who I've been my entire life. It's time for me to recognize that moving on doesn't mean denying who I've been my entire life, but recognizing that that's not who I have to be. I can be anyone and anything that I want to be, as long as I want to be that person. And that starts now.
Actually, it started this weekend. I no longer own most of the clothes that have been sitting in my closet waiting for me to ... well, to be my mom, because I hated most of them but she'd bought them for me, either directly or indirectly. I've taken them, and what they mean to me, out of my life. Now all they can do for me is bring a little money -- what ones get sold, anyway.
I'm not going to be the slovenly, frumpy, awkward, uncomfortable person that I've been all my life. That's not me. That's not who I am, and that's certainly not who I want to be.
beginning
In the process of this evacuation of the old, I actually accumulated a few things. I got a few articles of clothing from mcmiller, which are in remarkably good condition. Not one of these pieces is my current size. They're all sizes that I aspire to, or that are on the way to what I aspire to at least.
The most remarkable of these acquisitions is a black dress with white trim. It's size is 12. This is the size where I want to be, no matter how long it takes me to get there. I WILL get there. I need to learn quite a few more things about myself before I can get there, but I WILL get there.
journey
And so it begins. I will renew my vows to my gym, and I will renew my vows to dietary fiber, and I will make one new vow: I can achieve my aspirations.
ending
Chris comes home tomorrow! Tonight is my last night home alone!
beginning
I've started using tea tree oil shampoo and conditioner. My hair is ridiculously soft today. I like the tingly scalp too. Hopefully, it will do what I want it to do.
journey
Maryland sucks. It took me as long to come home last night as it did to drive down to mcmiller's house on Friday night in rush hour traffic. Maryland drivers can suck my balls.
It doesn't suck nearly as much as Connecticut or the PA Turnpike, but it still sucks. Also, it costs $15 to go down to VA and come back. And that's if I don't take the Delaware Memorial Bridge or the NJ Turnpike, which adds about $12 more. I suspect that the reason why Delaware does not collect sales tax is because it costs $6 to drive the 40 miles that is I-95 southbound and back northbound. $6. For 40 miles of roadway. I'd say that's highway robbery, but I'd get slapped.