Today is really Effy Wild inspired.
Beside the whole, blog each day of Sept thing she has me hooked on
Today’s post is based off of her purse dump
Which is basically where you say all the things in any sort of order, just as a way to free form it out of your head.
I just LOVE that idea, but I think I’m going to go with mind purge instead of purse dump.
I’m not 100% sold on the name, but I’m going to work with it for now.
My self esteem is totally and 100% shot. Like really. It’s mine and just thinking about how bad it is make me cringe. I have such a long way to go.
I noticed something about myself yesterday on the way home from work. I am deeply ashamed of it and I’m not really to talk about it or have all the feels about it, but it is something I am fully actively watching and listening to now. I will break myself of this habit. I will move past this.
It’s because of what I noticed yesterday that I am thinking it might be a good idea to talk to a professional about it. Therapy might not be such a bad thing.
Ive decided no more dogs (unless I can get a Frenchie!!) after I put Foxy down. Being a dog mommy is hard work. Asking myself each day. “is today the day I put her to sleep” a little to much to carry. Sick dogs are no fun. Sick dogs make your heart hurt. But as long as she is still playing, and still wagging her tail when I pick up her ball, I’ll let my heart hurt. She’s still plays like she is a pup, and not a nearly 13 year old dog with advance breast cancer.
I need to step up my game in all the ways. I got shit to do and I’m way behind the game.
Tomorrow I will love myself a little more