there's NOTHING sexier than confidence.....

Dating…. Dating…. Women… I don’t understand either of those things… I sit here right now, contemplating what to make of things….

Being single, I am getting to know different women, different people really… all different kinds of women, some as friends and some as more, or, as potential for more… or maybe leading toward potential for more… perhaps… more, squashing the potential for less, but not cheapening the more that it is….. see….. confusing.

Recently I have gotten to meet some wonderful women… I have met women with warm hearts, women with interesting lives and women who we simply didn’t have anything in common… and… I still find myself in a place where I sit and question whether the woman I am getting to know is a friend, a date, a girlfriend, and so on, and so forth….. and so I have been trying to determine where I am on the scale of people… Honestly… I don’t have terrible luck with the ladies… I KNOW, shocking!!!  But I digress… I have a great sense of humour, and well, I am definitely not FUGLY… I’m not the most attractive person in the world but not chew your arm off either…. So I fit…physically… I am not desperate.  But then you add to that my KICK ASS personality and it’s a no brainer… people are drawn to me… and yet…. When it comes to dating…  I don’t QUITE know what to do.

I really am good at TALKING… at having conversations…in large crowds…. I joke around about sex easily, I flirt with EVERYONE and it is a pretty standard thing that I do… and yet if there is a possibility that it is real… that it leads to the intimacy of believability…. I am at a loss…. Over the past couple of months, I have gone out on a limb… I have asked women out… I have asked new friends to come over for dinner, invited myself to their houses for dinner… I have asked girls for dates… and THAT was hard… I have had 7 girls cancel on me… 7….. I’ve developed mad crushes on unavailable women and even had a brief affair… and yet.. when it comes to dating… to getting to know a woman for a relationship…. I have NO IDEA what to say or do…  

As an extrovert… I know that people perceive that I am confident in all different venues… and yet nothing makes me step back more and feel less perceptive than the intimacy of getting to know a girl for potential dating….  I don’t know if I hug them, what a good time lapse for kissing is, how you know when to kiss…. If you should hold hands, how you know if she likes you, what to say to lead up to it, how to eat and smile at the same time without looking silly…. What to talk about it….. I suddenly feel so unattractive.. clumbsy… lacking in coordination… suddenly all the things that make me popular and fun… the things that make me stand out in a crowd and have people talking about me long into the future… they don’t seem so great… they seem, somehow… lacking…  shallow…  

I wonder what other girls see in me… what attracts them to want to get to know me… I run through my faults in my head… listing to myself, on a scale, what the most and least undesirable aspects of my personality are and where they lie on the greater scale of likability…. I recall the common denominators, the constants… the things that most have complained about… and check if I have improved any of those things… once I have figured out what degree of dislikability I would place myself, I would then go through the physical aspects.. what parts of my body have grown/fallen/sagged/stretched…. Then I start to attribute minute issues… possible things that may or may not come up… things I should avoid saying… avoid admitting…

By this time I have mixed my brain up to the point where I have played out our potential relationship from  beginning to end and decided that she has run for the hills… practically breathing a sigh of relief that she has narrowly escaped a living hell with ME.  She is stepping away from me, my home, my family… knowing deep down inside that I really am all those things that she was worried about…. 

And yet… here I am… putting myself out there, opening myself up to these women… and the chance that thy will find me interesting….. that I will find them interesting… that we will grow to like each other and possibly become more than simply faces in life….

Being confident is a lot of work…. but today.... I'm going to ball up all this scared girl... put on my big girl panties and step outside of my comfort zone and maybe meet someone who's life I will change and whos life I will change.... Who knows.

 

You've been waiting.......

Hmm, perhaps you haven't been waiting and I am just whistling dixie.....?  Nah... I know you've been waiting with bated breath for me to let you know about this HUGE change...

since I have been blogging for a few months and am finally getting the hang of it, and I want you to know MY NAME...... I have recently become the whois holder of my very own domain!!!!  What's that?  You don't know what that entails??  Well... here's the thing.

from now on I will be posting at www.wandaroberts.ca rather than here.... and the best part?!?!?!  there will be more for you to learn and changes coming.  I am finally putting all of me in one place at the same time to share with all of you.

So come and check out my new site, bookmark it, join, pass it on, and come on a journey with me, a journey of self discovery, Wordpress discovery and life discovery....

Looking forward to seeing your comments and feedback on my new site.

ps.  for you diehard blogger fans (what???  where???) I will be maintaining THIS blog until my birthday, on Valentine's day of 2013....

and now.... I digress.

I can't believe you SAID that?!?!?!?!

My name is Wanda... and I am nosy.

I ask a lot of questions, some appropriate MOST not.  I enjoy finding out how people tick and what they are willing to share... Sometimes it occurs to me that more people would open up to one another if only given the opportunity.

I AM ALL ABOUT OPINIONS!!!!  some people may assume it is all about MY opinion, but that is not true.

I long to hear other people's thoughts and opinions... and I seriously enjoy a good "argument" not a fight... not name calling, but a good ol' fashioned debate.... the art of debate is lost outside of highschool debate clubs and BS politics... or perhaps, my form of debate differs from others... I don't think it should be a debate of popular theory... but a debate of personal thoughts and opinions... because.. I want to know YOU and where YOU stand on things....

That said... being a debater, and nosy and wanting to know how you tick has drawn me to blog, it has brought me to ask questions that most people wouldn't think to ask, and MANY people wouldn't dream of answering... I ask those questions that MAY very well make people uncomfortable... and I wait eagerly for the answers and opinions that will bring me a little bit closer to understanding you... and how you think... because my thoughts and opinions, though I spout them like they are law.... are based, in part, on what others think feel and do as well... I don't just decide that my opinion is the only one that matters, I depend on others as well, because I am open minded enough to understand that though I see things a certain way, it doesn't NECESSARILY mean that my way is the RIGHT way... even if it IS right for me.... but I digress....

So I ask... I put forth some questions, sometimes frivolous and stupid, sometimes silly, sometimes heart wrenching, but mostly I ask about things that people don't really talk about... because I think that if we DID talk about it, if we DID know where each other stood on certain key things, we would be able to see each other more equally and offer a bit more respect... if we could listen, we could get to know each other...and maybe see that we are more similar than we are different.... find a common ground and start treating our neighbors like our neighbors instead of like our enemies...

Now, it has come to my attention recently that sometimes, SOMETIMES I may offend, shock, amaze, anger, trigger other people with my nosy debate driven questions..... some people DON'T want to hear me, don't want to answer, don't like that I ask and don't want to hear OTHER PEOPLE'S answers.... seriously... ask a group of women intimate things and somebody is going to be annoyed by the question, annoyed by the answer, annoyed by how many answers, or just out and out NOT IMPRESSED....

and so... occasionally... I feel bad about my nosy questions... I stop for a minute and sit back and wonder.. "should I ask this??? Have I gone "too far"?"  I wonder if I should take back my questions... but then the burning need erupts in me again.  this desire I have to interact with you, with everyone... I believe that everyone is just waiting to make new friends... everyone wants to know someone... save serial killers and even they may just want someone to listen.... negative attention is STILL attention... but I digress....

So I post, and I query, I nose and I ask... because I am curious... and I thank you for answering my questions and putting out there your own opinions, and little personal bits of you especially in this day and age where cyber bullying is the newest form of censorship.... i say censorship not because you aren't ALLOWED to say what you think, it isn't against the law...  yet it is being censored... because of conflicting opinions and the loss of respect for fellow human beings...... People don't seem to see or hear or think about the fact that the tone of your words is not portrayed in print.... now... I have been the brunt of some pretty awful words via online... I have had my integrity questioned, my intelligence... I have been told that I know nothing about abuse, that I am cold and insensitive.... I have been called homophobic slurs and racial epithets and still I post... and I post because what they don't know... what they can't know, from the other side of their monitors... is that i am hiding too...

but I also want to share with you that verbally attacking someone online...hurts... if you wouldn't say it to someone's face... why would you say it online?  I will ask you the questions I ask to your face though I may blush.... but would you answer in a group the way you do online???  I know that I have noticed this phenomena of censorship, as have other bloggers like Chris Fretwell  and the way that these online censors are working is by attacking other people for their opinions... attacking them for reaching out, sharing their own thoughts and opinions and opening the door to countless new friends who they haven't met...

I urge you to remember that on the other side of that monitor is a real person... and you may be joking, you may be fed up, you may be offended by what someone says... however... in common threads, in posts on walls, in pictures and thoughts... just because they aren't your own, even if it differs from how you feel, you can show the respect in comments that you would show in person.... because just as you are likely a good person, it is just as likely that the other person is too and if it would sting were it said to you... perhaps choosing your words with that in mind before posting.... asking yourself if you would appreciate that sentiment said in just that way would make you feel that shame..... and if it would... rephrase what you are say... you are free to disagree, you are fully capable of clicking the button and removing yourself from this cyber conversation gracefully... because when you attack someone online, it says more about YOU then it does about them....

Parenting, more than just skinned knees

So.... it has happened again.... I screwed up.... I know, SHOCKING..... but it happens to the best of us, and today, it happens to be my turn... again.

My son is 17 years old.  I love him.  I grew up with him.... Or his birth shoved me on the escalator of being an adult.  When I found out I was pregnant with him I did what I knew was necessary.  I went to a private college and signed up for an office admin course to ensure I would not be raising my kid on welfare (I had NO false hope that my marriage would last.... ) and set about figuring out what I needed to do to parent, go to school and achieve my own personal goals in life...

Almost 18 years later.....and we are ALMOST there.  I have learned so much from this ride and it is a ride I will be on for the rest of my life if all these mothers are correct.... I am honestly a little let down on that one.  You see, my mother, for the most part, stopped MOTHERING when I was 9... no more school lunches, no bedtime stories.. if you wanted dinner and there was food in the house, you were making it yourself.... by the time I was 11 she wasn't even parenting my younger sister.... sometimes I wonder about that... about whether that is the reason that my kids are as they are....

Now before you get all up in arms, I am not saying my kids are TERRIBLE... but being honest... I probably could have done better in my parenting.  I look at certain things, certain failings that they DEFINITELY have and I know without a doubt that I am the cause, or my parenting skills or lack there of has a lot to do with why I struggle with, or why they struggle with certain things....  My kids are not good at cleaning.... no, I take that back... either one of them is as good at is as I am... however, none of us have that inherant *nudge* that inclines us to clean... nor do we have that "put that away" voice in our heads.... this has it's plus' and minus'... I mean, when I go to my death bed... I can GUARANTEE that I am not going to be worried about it... and well... cleaning for company sucks...

My kids have no filter... pretty sure that came from me as well... It started out with me cursing... though they refrain from doing it my presence... I know that they do.. but they are crude as hell... and again... we are talking GUARANTEE... they got THAT from me too.... I am a comedian, and messed in the head (more messed... but I digress)... I don't stop to think what I am saying before I say it most of the time... and so it is not surprising for my kids to recommend birthing videos as birth control for 8 year olds... (start em young I always say) or purposely busting your brother during his "me time"... My kids have been known to offend and shock grown adults with their knowledge as I have never felt the need to keep it a secret... I would rather they learn from me than from others....

Raising my children has been a learning experience.... I have learned about children... I have learned about "the system", about what it is like to panic in the middle of the night because your child is sick... to rush to the hospital over a goose egg from learning to walk.  I know what it's like to watch your 4 year old MELT DOWN in public and have EVERYONE look at you like you hit him with a shoe... to have people look through me when looking for my pale skinned daughter's mother...  I have watched my daughter cut her arms up, my son drown his sorrows in drugs... I have listened to other people's children bully my children and want to spank THOSE children AND their parents.... Held my daughter while she cried over a boy...and a girl... I have watched my 300lb son lose his temper with a security door and leave a fist sized hole.

I have learned that patience IS a virtue... and I am not always virtuous... I know that self esteem is important, for both the kids AND me... I have discovered that the system set up to educate our youth is broken and kids are slipping, sliding, and diving through the cracks...sometimes they dove through because a helpful adult has INFORMED them that they aren't worth educating... (by letting them know that they are only educating them out of a law... and were it not law... they'd close the book)... the system set up to assist our children work their way through adolescent mental health issues is more confusing than the mental health issues themselves...   The Social system that is set up to protect our children both helps and hinders them... by giving them the rights of adulthood in their homes but not on the streets, which in itself handicaps the parents of the children.  I have found that the legal system that gives these children protection from abuse of their parents has taken on a new head, that can and does sometimes lead to abusing the parent...

I have learned that Knowledge is power, and power in the hands of an angry teen is a powerful weapon that hurting children will use against anyone they want and only regret it when and if they hit rock bottom.  That a 13 year old has the legal right to counter their parent's desire for medical attention... thereby forcing said parent to ASK the child if they want medical attention...

I know now that without pulling the "parent" card or the "i pay the bills" card... parenting is impossible.  Much to my son's dismay... "because I am an adult" IS a valid excuse and "I Pay the bills" DOES mean that I can make the rules... and that sometimes... though it is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, given the opportunity to do it all again, I would do it again in a heartbeat... for those moments on mountain tops when you're buried hip deep in snow, and singing and dancing like morons on a sunday morning.  For the occasions when I get an "i love my mama" post on my facebook or a 5 yr old face on my 17 year old son... I would grasp this opportunity all over again because though it may be thankless, and hard, may take up too much time or energy or effort... though I feel like i have messed it all up.... that even though my kids could have had a better mom (they SOOOO could have) I could have had better kids... but since they got me and I got them, it's a deal that works for me... because I love them JUST AS THEY ARE... even when they suck... I would rather my kids be my kids and be different and weird and unusual (ok... my son showering would be a God send... but I digress)... be individuals with personality and color than any stick in the mud goody goody any day... because life would simply be too boring....

so... here's to more scuffed shoes, skinned knees, mouthing back, kicking you out for a week, not buying the soap you like, complaining about the dishes, not wanting to cook anymore moments... to dancing in the kitchen and bursting out in song in the grocery store... to punch buggy no returns and double D's... Thanks guys.... it wouldn't be the same if you weren't YOU.

Shut the closet door

Ok, so noone will really be surprised that I am writing about this... and well, if you are... that's silly.  I LOVE to spread my opinion like peanut butter..... and simply disregard allergies....

Recently Ms. Jodi Foster "came out" ish... on the Golden Globes....  and well.... this has caused MASSIVE problems... as you can see on the link... people are... once again... throwing their 2 cents worth in

But I am stuck on this... I love Jodi Foster as much as the next girl loving girl... as I love Queen Latifah... who may OR MAY NOT be gay.... but... since when is THEIR sexual preference MY business?  Since when do I have the RIGHT to know about their sex lives?  Fact is... Johnny Depp, may OR MAY NOT be gay... and you know what?  I don't know... I don't know because it isn't MY business....

What kind of world do we live in that because someone makes good movies, or sings well, that automatically decides that they have no right to privacy?  A famous athlete... again... their business, not ours.... and they should be able to decide who they tell and we should probably mind our own business.

See, I have long thought about this, and thought along these lines... Look at poor Britney Spears... not a lesbian no... but her ENTIRE LIFE is on display CONSTANTLY and this theory that because you want to sing or be in a movie you are the property of the masses is just bullshit.  When Britney Spears LOST HER SHIT.... people talked about that all the time... I did not... there was some good and some bad publicity based on her losing it.... now don't get me wrong... she DEFINITELY lost the plot... but instead of judging her I simply put myself in her shoes.... she has been on stage, in movies and films since she was a little kid.... and don't all little girls at SOME POINT want to be a movie star or a Pop singer???  *let me qualify... LOTS OF, not necessarily ALL little girls.... (fuck this politically correct thing)... so does that mean that when our little girls say "mommy, I want to be a movie star" we should be sitting them down and explaining to them that from the moment they step on stage till they DIE.... their lives are PUBLIC FODDER????  That they are no longer allowed to pick their friends based on friendship, but based on the level of positive feedback on some bloody blogger's site? 

I will tell you straight out, right this minute, were I more famous than I am (I get recognized at Safeway and in public bathrooms... it's GREAT... but I digress) and the Paparazzi starts shooting pictures of me in everything that I do... I'm going to make it worth their while.. and NOTHING I do will be based on reality...  because, we as the public are jerks.... we are selfish, self centered and looky-loos.... let's not deny it... When you are in the cash line at the grocery store, do you read the headlines on the magazines?  Do YOU try to figure out who gained X amount of pounds?  Do you have Entertainment weekly on your PVR?  Have you read the Star/Globe/Personal invasion newspapers???  How much does Kirstie Alley weigh?  Who's panties or lack there of are you looking for???

Now put yourself in THEIR shoes?  Think about it... the other day I slept in... I put a toque over my messy hair, wore sweatpants and a shirt with a mark on it to work... and didn't have a chance to shower... Make up?!?!?!  REALLY?!?!?!?!?  I had to pee so bad the other day, I did it... I pulled over next to a bush and I did so.... my kid pissed me off in public and yea... I not only shouted at him but I'm pretty sure I called him a fucker too....   sometimes I have to put groceries back b/c I am broke and when I was a kid, I stole a pair of socks and a pack of pencil crayons from Army and Navy and my whole family got caught.... yup... and no one was there to take my picture.... because i don't matter... because I am not in movies...

But I think what people don't take into consideration is the fact that these celebrities... yea, ok, they are GREAT at what they do, but they don't' BELONG to us.... We don't have the RIGHT to know their everything... and were we in their shoes, I am sure that we would all agree.... Recently a friend of mine who is in the closet at her own request at work was outed by a family member... and I talked to her right afterwards... Now, I pointed out that the family member probably didn't think about any damage that they might be doing.... but as my friend pointed out... it wasn't her FAMILY'S place to out her... yet because Jodi Foster denied being gay for her own reasons, in the past, and came out to who she wanted WHEN she wanted people are going to get on her case?  WHY???    Don't get me wrong, I am as thankful as the next GBLTQ2S person for the public outing of Ellen (who chose to do so on her OWN TERMS) and other gay and lesbian actors... but I also respect their right to keep their private life PRIVATE... just like I have the right... Just like my friend had the right.... because it is THEIR business... it isn't mine.  Just because I watched a movie with Jodi Foster or listen to MIKA or saw sports that Wade Davis played in does NOT give me the right to see into their homes and bedrooms.

I say cool beans to Ms. Foster... I say COOL to MIKA for coming out and hey Mr. Davis... well done... however.... I also want to extend to all of you my support in having your private life be as private as mine is.... I don't care if you gained or lost weight... I don't give a damn if you aren't wearing make up, if you forgot your panties... it MAY be breezy up there.... if you are gay... cool... unless you are interested in me.. I don't care anymore than you care that I am gay (ok, if Queen Latifah is gay, i CARE... straight up.... humina humina... that's a whole different blog though) BUT..... I want to let you know... i recognize that under the make up, inside the panties, no matter who you are sleeping with... you are a human being too, and being famous doesn't mean that I think your shit is my business.

bring on the babies

Lately I have been in a different place in my life... really just reassessing the things that are going on and the gifts in my life.

I got to hold babies... everyone around me is having them, I just LOVE it!!  I mean, it gets a little different, having teenagers or not, being a lesbian or not, is irrelevant... i LOVE babies... I love the way that they smell, the way that they look at you as though you can't do anything wrong.  how they look deep into who you are.... I believe that babies sense things, that they sense who you are... have you ever noticed, when a baby is met with a person who is a good person, they seem a little confused (the baby that is)... they shy away, but keep looking back... I believe that they are seeing who you really are....

Honestly speaking, I could simply be talking out of my ass... I could be completely wrong and babies are just as dumb as the next person, that they too are naive... and that they haven't learned that they can't trust people... but I don't know... sometimes, in my naivete I have discovered some real gem people, so there is something to be said for not knowing any better... because one of the things that babies don't know any better about is judgment.... they don't judge you... it takes so little really, to be special to a baby... don''t hurt them... change them when they are dirty... hold them... touch them... talk to them... love them... those things... they simply aren't hard.... there is nothing that a baby can do that warrants hurting them and the rest, well, really, the rest is such a joy... (ok, diapers HAVE THEIR USES... seriously... I know, the dirty ones are gross, but the smell of brand new baby diapers... there isn't anything I like the smell of more, cept perhaps a freshly bathed baby in that self same diaper... ahhhh, baby skin... it is one of the wonders in my opinion.... but I digress....

I have the privledge of knowing not one, not two, but MULTIPLE babies currently... from 4 days old to 10 years old... plus teenagers (but let's be honest.... it is ACCEPTABLE for me not to revel in the teenage stage of child rearing... I keep hearing that they get back to normal by 30..... but I am almost 38 and I am pretty sure my mother would disagree)....and I love it.... they keep me grounded in reality... and i feel blessed... simply BLESSED to have them in my life.... to hold their little hands, and look into their eyes.... to teach them with words and gestures what it is to be a strong, healthy kid.... (ok, sometimes I think I have NO CLUE what I am doing.... I do have teenagers, and it is hit and miss with them...however, I like to THINK i did a good job with them....somedays.... I don't know... but I digress)...

You see.... babies..... remind me that there is good, that life is precious.... that people are kind... babies.... smell of new life, of sunshine and happiness... babies smiles hold the summer breeze, and the pristine perfection of winter snow and ice.... their eyes light up with alll that is love.... and to have them looking at me... to have them turn to me in wonder... makes life worth living don't you think???

Thank you, to all the baby mommas and daddys out there... thank you to my friends and family who are dropping babies like drop cookies (nice allegy.... everyone likes drop cookies).... thank you for giving innocents and love, joy and baby hugs back to the world... though sometimes we may forget what is good, and what is nice in the world.... you bring the answer straight to our hearts and our minds by bringing these babies to our lives....... so thank you...

Here's to another week with love and another night of smiles....

good night babies...

Off to a slow start

Well, it's already in week 2 of the new year and I am already not meeting my own expectations…. I wouldn't say necessarily that I am disappointing myself or not doing the right things, I just haven't done anything, and I expected me to put a little more effort into me…. And then I think… well, maybe not…
I have ALMOST cleaned my room. I don't know, I am not intending to show anyone anytime soon so I have put that to the side as well, not finishing it though it is a damn sight better than it was last week. I want to redecorate the room, but I don't know what to do to change it further… I opt not to paint though another color may bring me more joy. I am restless yet lazy…. I am lacking the motivation to do much to make many changes, preferring for a moment, I believe to calmly sit down and watch that which is going on around me. I am watching as the world falls into place.
I asked a general question about what one would change if they could change just one thing about themselves… and for me it was to change my boundaries.. or my ability to make them or not to keep them… depends on how you look at it. I am not great with setting boundaries, and once I do set some (if they are healthy) I struggle to stick with them. So that is the thing that I would change. I have done well with setting up some "deprivation" goals for the year…..I have given up carbonated beverages for a year. That one is proving to be somewhat difficult, but also slightly easier than I thought it would be…. It started out with just pop in general… like regular pop… but then I decided specifically, that it would be ALL pop as I drink diet pop…. So now I am checking the validity of getting rid of all aspartame (I love sugar free drinks)..
But upon thinking about it, I realized that I have to be willing and looking forward to improving my own lot in life in different ways as well…. So I have decided to improve something more emotional/personality wise that I feel that is not what I want it to be…. Trying to figure out exactly which part of my personality I really felt needed improvement (well, we can all use improvement, but I wanted to be objective) so I weighed them all out… I discovered something not too pleasing…. I mean, aside from having a VERY long list of things that I don't particularly like about myself… which of course I whittled down to a significant 5, after further reduction, I brought it down to three specific things that I feel need improvement.
1) I feel guilty far too often…. I mean, sometimes there are reasons… like when I didn't realize and I left the burner on and the popcorn burnt… not cool… but not something to cry over… (not literally crying)… I feel terrible when I do things… which sometimes it makes sense… but other times… feeling guilty because I can't spoil my already spoiled, not usually grateful kids… I could do without that guilt trip… honestly saying something when asked that is the truth even though it isn't what you want to hear… I shouldn't feel guilty… I'm not cruel and I am careful of feelings, so feeling guilty serves no purpose… all it really does is make me feel worse about myself and want to beat myself up as much as strangers… why bother… I'm a good person.
2) I lack confidence in myself. For various reasons in various venues… for instance.. I enjoy writing, you enjoy reading my writing, I have had people tell me I should publish my writing, however I lack that confidence.. and it seems too overwhelming… so I convince myself that I can't do whatever it is that I want to do and that isn't fair to me… I deserve to have a cheer leader, and I should be that cheerleader.. that's MY job, not someone else's.
3) I drop the ball… I start something, like my room, and I don't finish it… I would like to do so. To keep my interest in that something long enough to get really good at whatever my interest is. I am interested in many things, but nothing really JUMPS out at me except dancing…. I have stepped away from dancing, yet quit smoking, so therefore, I should have the money and the lung capabilities to dance more so I should, it stands to reason… go back as it is something I enjoy so much. I want staying power I suppose. This blog is about this one… I don't want to drop the ball on this one… yet for the first time since I started regularly blogging, I skipped writing… I had nothing to say.
I have thought about these things and how to achieve them and yet I am stuck at a place where yet again, I am feeling a little unimpressed with myself. So as of today, the 10^th of January 2013, I want to move forward with each day and improve the 3 areas I have listed… to make this year my most successful yet.
I'm looking forward to this year and the journey it will entail and who come along for the ride…. Tomorrow is a new day…