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I have written so many blog posts lately. I know this may sound shocking since you haven't seen one for a month. It's just that I bang one out and then, during my re-read period, decide that it's just not something I want to post. No one wants to hear a whiny blogger, ugh.

I don't know about yours, but my life definitely goes in cycles. Sometimes I am on top of the world, and other times I just wallow in self pity and negativity. Lately I have just felt negative about myself...my decisions, my outward appearance, my Diabetes, my life-plan. It's sort of crazy that these things get me so down, even at a time when other parts of my life are so great!

So, yes, Virginia there is a Santa Claus, and yes blog readers, I am alive.

Also, I grew this, and I think it's pretty:




The end.

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  1. I think it's lovely! It always surprises me how much happiness a growing plant gives me. I say post the blogs. It's not like you are emailing it to all of your contacts and forcing them to read it. People who read this blog come voluntarily and do so because they are interested in what you have to say. Worst case scenario, they are bored and move on. Best case, they feel greater connection to shared human experience and you get greater authenticity by sharing your vulnerabilities.

    Worth the risk to me :)

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    1. Thanks for the encouragement, I guess I need to just be myself and figure the rest out later! Sometimes I plan, over-plan, re-plan, plan-to-the-max, etc...it's a character flaw!

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  2. It's nice to know you're still around. Hope your life takes an upward swing.

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    1. Thanks Anon, I just need to realize that my life IS in an upward swing and stop dwelling on the little things ;-)

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