Treading Soup1/30/2018 January has been a rather rough month. I had to face my thirtieth year, and I'm not going to lie but I cried--a lot. Like, big, ugly, monster tears poured out of my face as I came to terms with the third decade of my life in which I feel like I've accomplished nothing.
I have all sorts of excuses, too, for things that I've had a hard time committing to, or letting myself excel at: "I was distracted by my ugly break-up," "I felt like I really needed to reconnect with people I've lost contact with," "I didn't want the responsibilities of the Manager position," "I'd hit the limit at that job anyway," "Who knows if I ever want to have kinds anyways."
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