Thursday, March 7, 2013

So it begins....

Counting down to one of the more major of birthdays. I shall share some of my goals, partially for giggles sake, and partially because it holds me accountable to the mystery that is the interwebs...

Say what I mean, and mean what I say. This always seems to make my list at new years, i get caught in the trap. i am a people pleaser, it gets me into trouble. I want people to like me, and I end up being a doormat. I have a backbone, I know how to defend myself. Hell, most people who don't know me very well (if at all) call me a cold hearted bitch with an attitude problem! And to an extent I am. I don't play well with most people, I have a short fuse. But I bite my tongue and don't say it when I want to get along. I had a love tell me once in the middle of a fight that I could bring a hardened dictator to his knees with my words. She was pretty cute but def pretty vicious too. Nevertheless, after losing that paramour and that fight (very very badly) I learned to bite my tongue... A lot

Treat each day as a gift. I find many many times that I rush and rush and never see the forest for the trees. Because of my job, a full day off isn't possible most weeks, well it is, but it is twice the work for my counterpart to cover me. Several days off in a row? Forget it. So I don't get to have the luxury of a vaycay to a more beautiful place than the asphalt jungle that is my town. Just once this year, I would like to wake up in a bed not my own, And hear birds and the world waking up. Not the seeming rush that is Brooklyn outside my window.

I must go for now.

Fin