For the past decade I have done a lot of sitting and thinking, mainly because things weren’t going so well for me and I tried to overanalyze them to death, you know, as us females do. You really have to just do things. Here is my #1 rule for the remainder of the summer: don’t think, do. Keep a tally of where all of your hours go, then reconvene here in a week to praise or facepalm yourself.
This is the post excerpt.
I feel that upon death, we will be forced to read through every single introductory blog post we have left up on an abandoned blog. When I read something that I wrote a few years ago I often want to smack myself over the head.
My accomplishments: I’ve had two relationships so toxic that arsenic would be jealous. The end.