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Girl Gone Wild
When I was a kid, I associated anger with losing control. People gone wild. I did not like wild. I liked predictable, safe, and secure. I decided that I could achieve a predictable, safe, and secure life if I was in complete control.
Tough Times
I have defined my current life circumstances as tough times. The people in my life have defined my circumstances as tough times. And it's as though it requires a certain decorum, a seriousness, a sadness. I am worn out. Heavy-hearted. Tired of tough times.
Screw The Number
I was having lunch with a girlfriend and we were discussing our "number". You know the number I'm talking about. She leaned in and whispered hers with some shame. It was in the double-digits.
Damaged Goods
I am damaged goods. Sort of like the Velveteen Rabbit except not as sweet. I am battered, ripped and stained. And real. I am damaged goods and I mean that in the nicest possible way.
Heart Broke
I am heart broken. I have nothing to tell you. No thoughts or observations to share.
Tiny House
What the hell is the appeal of the tiny house? Every time I turn on HGTV, there is a new show about living in 200 square feet. And I watch. And I fantasize about tiny living.