new month, new challenge

Hello, September!

I’ve decided to do another blogging challenge. I found one that will work with a bit of tweaking.

DAY ONE: Your Goal(s) for the Month of September

  1. Unpacking, unpacking, and more unpacking. So. Many. Boxes.
  2. Exercise more. At least 3 x per week cardio plus personal training x 1.
  3. Drink more water. Drink less booze.
  4. Read more. TBR list: The Handmaid’s Tale (book club pick), The Woman In Cabin 10, and at least two others.
  5. Get back into the habit of my daily journaling (personal).
  6. Try at least one new recipe.
  7. More self-care.
  8. Continue to purge items I no longer use/need. Practice minimalism.

unsent letters

  1. Dear J: I love you more than my own life. I think that’s all that really needs to be said. Love, your mom.
  2. Dear D: Maya Angelou says it better than I can – 

3.  Dear G: I want you to be happy. But you’re never going to be happy if you don’t work on yourself first. Get it together. Life is too short.
4.  Dear K: I know she’s your heart, and I will give my everything to love her and protect her when you aren’t around. I know this upcoming transition won’t be easy for you. Please understand that it was/is never my intention to make you feel bad. I know you never wanted this, and yet here we are. I’d like to start fresh, if that’s possible. I appreciate you and I want you to be happy. 
5.  Dear S: I wish it had been you instead. 

i’m looking for an interruption

Insecurities

Body image. Self-confidence. That somebody is going to discover that I’m just winging everything in my entire life and that I really just feel like a 15 year-old girl who is faking it till she makes it. 

Fears/Worries

I’m very frightened of bugs – especially roaches. I fear that my cancer will return. I worry that my law firm will suddenly go under and I won’t be able to support myself.  I worry that I’m somehow unknowingly being a bad mother and fucking up my kid. I’m scared that Freya is going to think of me as the big bad wicked step-mother. I worry. A lot. 

Turn-ons

Intelligence. Ambition. A dry, sarcastic sense of humor. Good conversation. A scruffy face. A take charge attitude. Just the right amount of arrogance. The feel of his body against mine when he gets on top of me and spreads my legs with his leg. That’s fucking hot. Also, a firm ass grab/spank. Men that act like men and not little boys. I don’t want to be your mom. 

Life goals

To be the best version of myself that I can be. To constantly work on improving myself. To never give in to my demons. To be happy, healthy, and loved – and to live in the moment. 

Things I love

My kid. Dave. His daughter who will someday be my (step) daughter. My cat. All cats really. My friends. Polka dots. Frilly girly girl dresses. Bell’s Two Hearted Ale. This particular Missouri wine that is made from Chambourcin grapes. Fluffy down filled blankets. Thunderstorms. Sandalwood scented everything. Excessive black eyeliner. Bonne Bell lip gloss. Winning an argument in court. Cake. The runner’s high. Dancing it out. Intense conversations when high. Dave Matthews. 

Weaknesses

A serious lack of patience. Road rage. Feeling guilty about everything. Being too hard on myself. A flair for the dramatic. 

Strengths

Ambition. Determination. Intelligence. Loyalty. Love. Empathy. Leaning the fuck in. The fact that when I care, I care so very much.