I was supposed to be a leader.
Just typing that makes me want to run away screaming.
I’m not a leader, I couldn’t possibly lead. Everything I think is wrong. I can’t be trusted. And not only that, doesn’t saying that I should be a leader mean that I am what I hate? Only a narcissist would say that.
My dad’s volume was impressive. It’s like he was factory equipped with a megaphone in his throat.
There were many times I was reduced to saying: Please…just please stop yelling.
His response was the same every time: I’m not yelling, THIS IS YELLING.
What do our days consist of?
Most days, for me at least, are a bunch inconsequential moments that are the byproduct of being human. They don’t mean much, they just are.
I am currently on my billionth attempt to get into shape. I’ve dropped sugar (and that is very nearly true!). I’m exercising on a regular basis and I’m drinking a shit ton of iced green tea. I don’t know if there is any truth to green tea helping weight loss, but I’m going to find out.