(I love it when the elevator in my stomach kicks in and goes to the top floor.)
Two weeks into the new year, and already I'm fighting the urge to grab Mikan and head to the hills. A junkie broke into my car the other night, and the cop who found the perp drove up right in front of my apartment. Great detective work, Columbo, but couldja maybe not give the guy a birds-eye view of my entryway? Thanks. Later that night, Josh and I went to Rodan to commisserate. Despite my friend's witty comments and genuine goodness, the whole time I was mildly worried that people were going to laugh at me because I was wearing a DEER SWEATSHIRT without a bra. Which made me think of how someone else told me that I'm essentially shallow and self-loathing, and how he's probably right and I'm a bad person.
But then:
I thought about the perp (I like to say that term) and how he must have been in pretty desperate shape to smash the window of a little Honda. And then I was thankful that I have kind friends who don't care about my brassiere or lack thereof. And my therapist says I am deep, and she knows me pretty well, so I'm going to continue the arduous process of accepting myself with all the flaws. 2004 is the year of being thankful for the small things, of sweeping change, and of no longer pursuing the unattainable.
Two weeks into the new year, and already I'm fighting the urge to grab Mikan and head to the hills. A junkie broke into my car the other night, and the cop who found the perp drove up right in front of my apartment. Great detective work, Columbo, but couldja maybe not give the guy a birds-eye view of my entryway? Thanks. Later that night, Josh and I went to Rodan to commisserate. Despite my friend's witty comments and genuine goodness, the whole time I was mildly worried that people were going to laugh at me because I was wearing a DEER SWEATSHIRT without a bra. Which made me think of how someone else told me that I'm essentially shallow and self-loathing, and how he's probably right and I'm a bad person.
But then:
I thought about the perp (I like to say that term) and how he must have been in pretty desperate shape to smash the window of a little Honda. And then I was thankful that I have kind friends who don't care about my brassiere or lack thereof. And my therapist says I am deep, and she knows me pretty well, so I'm going to continue the arduous process of accepting myself with all the flaws. 2004 is the year of being thankful for the small things, of sweeping change, and of no longer pursuing the unattainable.
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