Trying my hand at teaching myself how to play the guitar again. Working on the finger calluses. If only my patience would callous over a little. Grr.
I won’t even complain about this nasty ass roach in the bathroom with me at work. I’m thankful I work. I’m thankful for bugs that do the dirty work for us. I’m thankful I have legs that can carry me around the nasty little fucker.
But today, I’m changing that.
This could be my last day on Earth.
I’m going to smile. I’m going to hug my kids.
I’m going to do my job. Now, if I knew I was going to die later I wouldn’t go to work but you know…and why not did with the example of living my life up until the last minute supporting my family. I’ll do it for the boys.
I’m going to change my outlook today.
I’m going to live like I’m dying.
I’ll update you all later. Might I suggest you do the same too?
You know I love you all and you’ve made a dream of mine come true by reading my thoughts and my words. Know that if today was my last day, I would die happy because of you all!!! I never published a book but I’ve reached hundreds of people in my lifetime. Maybe thousands, I don’t know.
Go out and have a great day! No negative Nancies today y’all! Be the reason someone else smiles. Dropthe bitterness, the anger, the hurt. Win those that hurt you over by moving on and smiling. Try it for one day, for me please. Let’s be kind and helpful. Let us be aware that we’re alive and that in itself is more precious than anything we own.
Because when am I going to meet anyone?
The ridiculous shit I’ve heard this week. It’s Tuesday. And I’m sparing you the dirty stuff.
“Do those boys need a step daddy?” Do your balls need to be in your throat?
“Are you a bagel? Because you are bae goals.” That’s just nonsensical.
“Why are you not talking to me?” 3 minutes after he sent his first message.
I’m considering selling my house and renting a townhouse. “Your boys need a house.”
“You know, kids appreciate a good meal.” And how many kids do you have? Go fuck yourself.
What do I enjoy? Peeing alone. (Indicating no free time because I’m a mom.) “You peeing sounds sexy.” Yep, I really got that one. Edited my answers.
Plucking a wild hair growing from my chin at my desk at work. This is what my life has become.
So I posted a blog the other day that was brutally honest and almost embarrassing. I was hoping to help someone else. After seeing no reaction to it, I took it down.
I was really hoping that I could be that embarrassingly honest and real but it made me second guess myself.
It’s not the loneliness in being alone that’s so painful, it’s the realization that you’re unwanted that breaks your soul.