The better part of my evening was spent window shopping online. I was too lazy to get up and get my credit card to part with my money. So the outcome was hours of thinking through my list of I wants (which is a little bit longer than it was before 5pm yesterday). I know
Although this blog doesn’t prove it (based on this and previous posts) I am not a crier. I do not cry. But today, and the day before, and the day before I cried. It turns out that running on empty for too long is not good for holding back ‘what’s-wrong-with-me-mini-breakdowns’ in the ladies restroom (or
It’s 11 a.m. and I haven’t done much besides check the weather, which was a redundant thing to do since I could already hear the thunder and see the rain. The report coming from the automated computer voice with a slight English accent was quite simply, “rain today.” Good to know. Now off to my
As part of my graduate studies for professional counseling each student was required to attend a number of group counseling sessions. After finding an Al-Anon group that fit into my schedule, I couldn’t think of an excuse that would leave me guilt free so integrity talked me into my first Al-Anon group. I found a
In my childhood I was a real life version of the awkward girl in teen movies complete with glasses (my eyes were not the same prescription, so one eye was more magnified than the other regardless of how much I squinted), clothes from my great aunt who wore flamingo pink lipstick and loved garage sales,
I didn’t know a person could actually have a true breakdown in her 20s. I thought you would have kids and really go through being an adult before you could actually get to the point of becoming breakdown worthy. And even then, I knew I was immune to the breakdown I was destined to. Destiny