After two sh*tty years, beat an addiction(past the 6 month mark this month) and am financially positive. Not by much, but paid off a credit card debt, cut up the credit card, got a temp job and put a couple hundred in savings.
Never has even ground felt so nice. I could easily be defeated and look at everything I don't have, but not today. today i'm just happy being even steven. I can pay for my own cup of coffee. woohoo!
My advice to any attractive woman who is perpetually single is to look inwards rather than outwards with regards to blame for why you are single.
You have to lower your expectations and accept what life gives you. Your future may not have a Prince Charming but may have someone who works in construction or a bakery.
Life is what you make of it and if you are to be single or married the onus is on you and you alone to make it happen.
Im of the female sex. Growing up I did not like dresses, I liked to physically fight at recess, never got into make-up or playing with hair do’s but liked to dig in the dirt and I often didn’t like casual girl cloths and opted for looser “boy cloths”.
I was told I wasn’t “girly” or that I acted like a “boy”, I’ve literally overheard people I don’t know referring to me a lesbian (Im not) and was made to feel wrong because I was a female doing “non-femenine” things.
This was a theme the whole time I grew up.
It took a long time for me to become confident in my womanhood and that was only possible when I acknowledged that referring to personality traits, clothing choices, preferences for anything from hair removal to accessory selection as “masculine or feminine” is toxic and inherently inaccurate.
Each time I get asked my “gender” on a form the sad little confused girl inside quakes a bit as she’s faced again with expectation of what are “feminine” qualities.
Male and female “gender” were constructed on inaccurate, limited and oppressive expectations that already neglected to acknowledge intersexed people. Doesn’t make sense to carry it on.
I don’t have any interest in looking up my ex-girlfriends or any former Fairweather friends on Facebook or Instagram because I know it will only make me miserable and depressed. I was grieving for a while but I finally managed to put a stop to it. I got up, got dressed and went out jogging the trails through the forest near my home for quite a few hours. It felt good to clear my mind and concentrate better so that I can stay focused and positive. Never look up people that don’t matter. Never look up anyone who no longer has any importance in your life whatsoever.
With how Trump is giving all of those neoliberals the middle finger and the communists wish they did it first.
Last week, I thought I was having a heart attack. I want to thank Vancouver Paramedics and St. Paul's Hospital for helping me during that scary moment. Stage 4 Cancer made my life "a complication".
I feel bad for my son, he is now more afraid to leave me alone; even my cat is now sleeping on top of me.
For all the people in my life and in my space... my heart is always with you and I love you more than you will ever know.
To all the people I don't know, I hope you have someone that loves you and is there during your scary moment. -- all the best for you.
My mental health is suffering:
Trump, dead babies in hot cars, Trump, huge increase in hate crimes, racism, xenophobia, homophobia, Trump....
It’s getting to me.
No social media, no news, just my books, movies and music for the next several weeks.
I’m retired so I can pull off my “hermit” decision.
Every time I see someone with a coke or pepsi or something I am amazed that people still drink that stuff. Why don't you just eat sugar by the handful?
I know this may seem bizarre and ridiculous (childish even) but I honestly believe good things happen when I wear my maroon Victoria Secret brassiere. I purchased it a year ago and since then, whenever I wore it, I felt unstoppable. I told you, aha, ridiculous. I'm an adult and I have a lucky bra (and no, not "lucky lucky," it's more of magic lucky).
I know my definition of "lucky" could be interchangeable with "favourite," but then again, I know some of y'all with lucky socks, aha.
Adulting at its finest.
Someone gave me an expensive bottle of Italian wine. I confess I opened it, took one sniff and then poured that shit down the drain. I will never tell them because ouch but EW. Belongs in the sEWer.