To Vent

I try to be pretty honest on my blog. Honest about how I feel. Honest about who I am and what I hope to do with my life. I also make every effort to be positive & optimistic--because, let's face it, nobody likes to be with or read about someone who is skeptical, negative, and just a plain pooper. One must also face the reality that life isn't always peachy. So, like everyone out there, I sometimes need a good venting session. I need to just vomit my problems through the written word and get all the gicky (I love that word & plan to use it when I'm a mom) stuff out so I can, in good conscience, move on with my life. In no way to do I want to project myself as negative, sour, or disgruntled with life. I'm not. I'm happy & optimistic, and ready to conquer the world. I'm also tired and probably a little bit grumpy-bearish & irritable right now--feeling an uncontrollable need to get it all of this out in the open--

• I am the victim of unrequited love & sometimes it hurts.
  
• Saying no is next to impossible.
  
• I hate my closet. Sometimes I feel like the state of my closet mirrors the state of my life.
  
• The freakin' leather on the back seat of The Passat is fading & it bugs the hell out of me.
  
• Sometimes I curse. Not bad cursing, but damn & hell. . .mostly for effect (or is it affect?)
  
• I'm never going to have JLo hair. It's time to face reality.
  
• As much as I love my job, I want babies & PTA & soccer practice & sleep deprivation.
  
• People can be stupid--some of them should be required to wear "I'm a moron" hats to protect the innocent.
  
• Whenever I feel stress, it settles in my shoulders.
  
• I'm dreading winter--REALLY! It makes me want to crawl in my bed and stay there for the next 4 months.

Okay--that's the worst of it. All of those silly things off my chest. That wasn't so bad, now, was it? The good news is that venting can really bring liberation. Certainly, those stinky things will still be there tomorrow, but the good news is that I get another tomorrow--a true blessing overshadowing my trivial frustrations. I make goodness in my life. I make my own happiness. . .so do you.