Today marks the 33rd day before I turn 37. As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders. What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself? I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.
I love that I’m so independent and like to live life on my own terms. As I get older I realize more and more that I don’t need a man to make me happy. I’ve never really felt that I had to have a man to complete me, but I feel even less so now. It’s wonderful to have someone there who loves me, but it’s not a necessity.
I hate that I am almost 37 years old and divorced twice, had more boyfriends and lovers than I can count, and always seem to pick the wrong ones to be in relationships with. My character judging skills couldn’t get much worse. Not that I wasn’t to blame in the demise of many of my relationships, because I definitely have my problems too.
P.S. I apologize for posting so late and so little in the last few days. I’m in the middle of moving and should get finished moving tomorrow. Actually, I’ll definitely have it all moved because I told Skaterboi that I would have it all out by tomorrow. I don’t think we are on speaking terms anymore and I hope he’s not there tomorrow. It will be easier if he’s not around. I’m really nervous about it because I definitely don’t want to get into any kind of confrontation with him. So, wish me well and as always, your prayers are much appreciated. 🙂
Oh, and expect a full disclosure update post within the next couple of days.
Today marks the 35th day before I turn 37. As I move closer to 37 my mind wanders. What are the things that I love and hate the most about myself? I’m going to use these last 37 days to find out.
I love how close I am to my family. I know that they will always be there for me. Hell, they already have been there for me through so much. I can’t ever thank them enough.
I hate that I don’t like mayonnaise, mustard, and onions. Whenever I go through a drive through to get a burger I always have to worry about them getting my order right. Ketchup and cheese only please. I wish I weren’t such a picky eater. I once cried because my grandfather went to the Dairy Barn to get us hamburgers for lunch and mine had mustard on it. I was only five, but it was still traumatic. LOL