70% done for the month (and it’s only day 1), 23% for the year, giving me a F grade, eh.
Grandma has been gone 25 years today. Ray kissed me 20 years ago this week. and Colt left for Springfield 8 years ago.
this week holds so much.
i have plans and plots for this month. if i get 3 goals done, i’ll be set for the month. i know what 3 i want to do.
i’m also turning into that bitch with a notebook for everything. it’s only way i can keep track of all the things.
tomorrow will be spent cleaning! that will get some things off the list and done! clean all the things, then we can move onto the fun things.
- a day ago: work.
- a week ago: finishing up a 3-day weekend.
- a month ago: watching the season finale of Euphoria.
- six months ago: i ended 8 days in a row at work.
- a year ago: still in a pandemic, but maybe there was some light there.
- three years ago: i was working on my card readings.
- five years ago: whatever had happened, i didn’t want to remember it.
- ten years ago: had a very different set of goals that i wanted to do. i wouldn’t be able to do them due to bullshit.
- fifteen years ago: i thought my then boyfriend could give me everything i ever wanted.
- twenty years ago: Ray kissed me.
where do i begin?
i have been blogging for over 21 years. 21 years, looking at notebooks and Word, putting down thoughts and feeling on some type of paper, and then the internet.
i am not the girl from 20 years ago. she was a straight white girl and not the wonderful queer mess i am today.
i am content with where i am. it’s the not the best but i am not at the bottom of anything.
here’s for 21 more years.
