The nice thing about my life is that I'm going to have a hard time coming up with 11 things.
- Self-loathing (not a lot, but even a little is a problem)
- Isolation
- Bad dietary habits
- Unnecessary self-consciousness
- Medical laziness (I need to be more proactive, less reactive about healthcare)
- ...see? Can't come up with 11. I guess I could get rid of my Steve Maddens (they are rather old) and get some new shoes...
But I'm going to make the effort. I do that by going to therapy (whenever I'm in town), by keeping an eagle-eye out for instances of these things, by calling myself out when I'm engaging in self-destructive (or unproductive) behavior.
Because I can only imagine how amazing my inner (and outer!) life would be if I could cut this crap out. I can only imagine, because I've lived with some of these things for as long as I can remember. That's how big of a change I'm talking about - basically, slightly altering the definition of Dash.
So foreboding...
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