Sorry Tina Fey, I ganked your line.
Seriously, how can three words completely encapsulate a mindset? How did she reach into my foggy brain and pick out exactly what I've been trying to articulate without having met me? Damn Tina, you're good. Or omnipotent. Or Voldemort.
So here's the whole reason for this shebang. It's been a tough year, emotionally, financially, and spiritually. That in turn has made me become a person I'm not really familiar with, and quite frankly, I don't like all that much. Who wants to be with a whiny, morose, lazy, self absorbed person? And on top of that, who wants to be with him 24/7? You know what it feels like to bring this asshole home every night and then have to sleep with him? To quote Sophia Petrillo, "It ain't pretty."
Which now brings me to the purpose of this slice of internet pie. I'm holding myself accountable. Taking charge of my life, my destiny, and my wallet (ugh...). If that sounds too hippy-dippy, crunchy granola for ya, well tough. I'm not one to stand idly by while I turn into a complacent New York gay. That cardigan doesn't fit, is not my color, and worst of all doesn't show off my arms. So he's going downstairs to the recycle bin (someone, I'm sure, will want that cardigan), and I'm reassessing the way I see the world and my place in it. Remembering the awe that I once had (and mostly still do at times) to see all the beauty and passion and humor around me. And I'm asking you to hold me accountable, because frankly I slip up alot. I'm not perfect, and I can't be. But I'm gonna make a contribution come Hell or Tina Turner...I mean high water.
I have one year. That's the goal. We start today.
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