I contemplated the busyness and the hours I’ve lost worrying about whether or not I’m “doing it right” or “doing it well enough”.
I stood staring at him. What would I change? Would I go back in time and finish that degree? Would I get rid of the extra skin and the stretch marks on my stomach, the ones I often hide?
The less than idyllic truth is this: sometimes our dreams are bullshit.
I’d be telling one big, fat, hideous lie if I said that I’m sorry to see the end of this year. The last 12 months have been some of the most stressful, uncertain and – occasionally – downright miserable months of my life. By the time December hit, I was running on very little steam. I’m… Continue reading smell ya later, 2015