the more honest I am, with myself and everybody else. Since my birthday I have had several things pop into my head about myself. Observations. Being honest and true to myself. Having opportunity to be honest with other people, hopefully not in a hurtful way.
Here are a few of my thoughts--
I don't like hot food.
I don't like cooking big meals.
I don't like feeling used and I am particularly sensitive about people thinking I am too stupid to know when I am being used.
I will never be a minimalist.
I wish I had an old house with a big front porch, a country kitchen and lots of bedrooms with white iron beds lined up. I would use white linens and quilts and white flowy curtains at the windows.
I don't like trying to finish books that I don't like. New rule, if you don't like them just quit reading.
I am a failure at intuitive eating.
I am addicted to cookies.
I hate allergies because all I want to do is go outside.
I don't like my sofa but I feel guilty for not liking my sofa -- some people don't have a sofa and I am lousy for being a sofa snob.
I am slowing down and I actually like it. I feel like I have been on some sort of a race all my life and now I am not. Whew -- a sigh of relief.
I don't like to cook, sew, or clean. I have given up hobbies because of the mess they make. The truth is, I didn't like them to begin with but felt like I "should" like them.
I secretly want my husband to cut my hair with his new clippers. It would be bad but I feel like it would be fun.
I wish I had a screen door so the kids could slam it and I could tell them to stop.
I wish I lived somewhere that there wasn't an HOA.
I am falling out of love with technology except for Rosy, my new iphone. I still love her.
I want to travel around Texas, maybe on the train.
I wish I could draw.
I wish I hadn't sold my piano and I wish I had practiced more.
I wish I could go to San Antonio for a couple of weeks and just "be" there again for a while.
I miss the 50's and the 60's. If I could go back just for a day, oh the things I would change!
I have a tendency to live in the past.
I am a deeper thinker than most people think I am.
Ok, now I need lunch.
Have a great Saturday!
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awesome !
I loved reading your ah ha's!
I love the farm house with the rows of white iron beds.
You forgot to say that you are funny! You are!
Happy birthday, BB!
puttermuch -- thanks for stopping by! Visit anytime!
Pom Pom -- yes, I have been having a lot of those Ah Ha! moments lately! I can just see that farmhouse in my head. I once had a friend who lived in a smallish, white colonial house in a historic area of San Antonio. I once had the opportunity to go into her bedroom and there were three iron beds with white sheets, hardwood floors with white scatter rugs and white sheers at the windows. By today's standards it would be considered basic at best, plain at the most but I thought it looked wonderful! I have always gravitated toward that kind of home decor. I don't have it but if I could I would. I don't try to be funny but I think I have a mirthful personality. Mirthful -- who even says that? Sheesh!
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