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  • Monday Mark – 53.5 & 54.0

    Monday Mark – 53.5 & 54.0

    53.5 – For Last Week’s MM: You can only tell what someone values by what they’re willing to say no to. No’s mean more than yes’s. Saying yes is easy—people say yes to things they don’t care about all the time. Saying no requires you to be willing to lose something. That’s how you know it’s…

  • He Loves Me… He Loves Me Not…

    He Loves Me… He Loves Me Not…

    I am having a difficult time coming to terms with the fact that – at 44 years old, with the handful of failed relationships I left behind because of the exact same answer to this exact same question – I’m actually Googling: “how do you know if someone truly loves you?” I mean… how the…

  • Monday Mark 45.5 & 46.0

    Monday Mark 45.5 & 46.0

    45.5 – For Last Week’s MM: Happiness is having better challenges.Success is having better failures.Discipline is having better addictions. Improving your life does not remove your problems. It simply exchanges them for better problems. Do you have better problems today than in the past? Or just the same problems? Find one problem you’d be happy to…

  • After Group Journal Prompts 2

    After Group Journal Prompts 2

    Last Saturday I posted some journal prompts from the women’s group I attend and got the first one done, but didn’t have the bandwidth or time to get to the other 2. I will make a solid attempt to do those now. Prompt 2: Why are you angry? As I mentioned before, I have a…

  • Untitled post 3103

    It’s ironic and sad that I can remember when I used to have an innocent and fantastical perspective about life, despite how very long ago that was for me. It has systematically been eroded over the course of my 43 years. The very first “scary” incident I remember happening was when my brother fell over…

  • For What It’s Worth

    For What It’s Worth

    Yesterday started off really well for me, talking on the phone with my mom about all sorts of things. I wanted to share a couple of them with The Boyfriend, when he finally came downstairs. He prepared a bowl of cereal and I excitedly asked if we could talk. While standing at the bottom of…

  • What a Broken Woman Needs

    What a Broken Woman Needs

    In light of my last post and the event surrounding it, I’ve sat pondering what it is that I truly need. I am the Broken Woman, and have been for decades, despite how much time and effort I’ve put in to fix myself (over and over again), to pick up those repeatedly broken pieces and…

  • The Struggle Bus

    The Struggle Bus

    Sheesh. I really fell off the Journaling/Blog wagon, didn’t I? We’re already on the 4th day of the new year and I’m finally planting my ass in the chair to write. The Struggle Bus has left the station and descended into the Void of Despair. Last night was rough and I wasn’t in a good…

  • Monday Mark – 20.5 & 21.0

    Monday Mark – 20.5 & 21.0

    20.5 – For Last Week’s MM: The first rule of dealing with drama: don’t hang around people who are constantly creating drama. The second rule: never forget the first one. Apply the 80/20 rule. Who in your family generates most of the drama? How can you spend less time with them this week? Give yourself permission…

  • Xmas Season… ugh

    Xmas Season… ugh

    A year ago, I was in the throes of questioning my ability to make good choices when it came to men (a repeating pattern, unfortunately), wallowing in mountains of self-pity, severely beating myself up for being utterly stupid – yet again – for falling for sweet words and promises that turned out to be lies,…

  • Doom Scrolling

    Doom Scrolling

    Yesterday’s Xmas Cookie Making Extravaganza at Mom’s was really hard on my body. I pushed myself too hard and stayed too long. I texted The Boyfriend near the end to let him know how difficult it was and he… offered to have tea and a blanket ready for me for when I got home?! I…

  • Friendsgiving

    Friendsgiving

    For many, many moons, I have been participating in “Friendsgiving” instead of Thanksgiving with blood relatives (I choose this terminology because “family” means something different for me). I barely remember the last, official Thanksgiving I went to at Sandy’s (step-grandma). I brought The Son, both my parents and brother were there, and I don’t recall…