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Beware of the Power Of The V
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Today was the most uneventful day I’ve had in a few weeks. And not in a bad way either. I actually had a decent night’s rest for once without nightmares. I didn’t go out anywhere and I didn’t see anyone. I didn’t have the urge to harm myself or anyone else. The only voices I heard today came from my tv. My first thought when I saw myself in the mirror wasn’t disgust. I didn’t relapse or have thoughts of relapsing.
I baked cookies and played skyrim.
I know those things may not seem exciting to anyone else but I’ve been going through a lot lately and I’m thankful for the calmness of today.