Criminy. It is my pattern. It is how I roll.
I get to running so fast, so beautifully, just screeeeeamin' right along - and then I trip. And land flat on my face.
It is getting harder to pick myself up these days...partly because I only have myself to fight, so I can't use my ex as motivation for locomotion. HA! He was really good for that, wasn't he?
Does everyone have to give themselves pep talks? Is this normal? Do YOU have to tell yourself you are alright? That things will work out just the way they are supposed to?
I won't be musing anymore tonight, don't worry.
But I will tell you one thing: there is someone out there who is as big of a fan of me as I have to pretend to be of myself. And he will be so proud of me. And proud to be with me.
...I gotta wipe the mud outa my eyes from my latest digger so I can see him.
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