Not going to sugar coat for the sake of positivity (a concept I no longer believe in): 2014 was one of the more miserable years of my life. Depression, anxiety, insecurities, work problems, boy problems…You name it, it kicked my ass. And if we examine things at a macro-level, in this year of corrupt government structures, fallen TV idols, and injustice no one will be sad to see 2014 go. It sucked.
I’ve discussed how I hit re-set for my 31st birthday, and it’s too soon to report on any major happenings. However, in the spirit of tying up 2014, I found a handful of moments from the year that didn’t suck: Continue reading
I’m not built to love.
I know what lovable women look like: bolstered by “we” instead of suffocated by it. Willing to look beyond their lists of and types to grant chances to men who challenge their status quo. Lovable women who want to be worshipped and can show appreciation when placed on pedestals. Women for whom affection and giving come naturally.
A fun part of growing and learning yourself is deciding what you can’t be bothered with anymore. With “purge” being the theme of the last year of my life, I am developing a list of things that make me frown up and say “I ain’t got that to do” [word to Columbus, Ohio]. I admit a lot of this revolves around my self-image, so not wanting to “seem” one way or another will repeat itself on my list. That said, here are four things I can no longer concern myself with: