As I head into my 10th straight day of perfect lines, I find myself in the curious position of feeling somewhat more confident than the situation warrants. I’ve been here before. Several times. And by the scale’s numerical measurement, I’m
I’ve learned that these conversations rarely go as expected, so I came into this with very little preconceptions.
My rebel is a significant, but not an obvious part of my personality.
The seductive rationalizer is the one who convinces me to procrastinate – or to give up – in a very logical, reasonable manner.
Welcome to the 1st post in a series that I’m going to call Conversations with Myself. Ladies & gentlemen, buckle in.
My head has been a pretty miserable place to be, lately.
I’ve been gone for a while. It’s sobering to see how long it’s been. I really had no idea.
My highest self may be very capable. But there are things she can’t do.
I was not hungry. Not at all. But I really wanted to eat some cashews. As in, a large container of cashews.
I’m not gonna lie. I’m tired.