I like to talk to myself when I am focused on a task. I believe I need to let a notch out on the life belt. I told myself I wanted to drink the phone and light a drink.
What the *#(Y(#
ACCEPTING THE SANDWICH: Moments of harsh reality can be short: so bite hard, chew and swallow. I talk about everything from marriage to kids and pretty much whatever life flings my way. The rebel in me still wants to wish in one hand. The Realist makes me wash my hands and brush profusely.
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