Almost packed from my sister's house. Spent the night listening to her bitch about having to pay for things and not getting help. Really? I paid rent. I bought groceries until she determined that she was NOT going to eat what I eat. Whole-grain, brown rice -definitely not for her.

Leaving this atmosphere behind is awesome and scary at the same time. I know that I may doubt my ability to meet future challenges, but know that I'm strong enough to fight my way through it and come...

Moving day. It feels like a theme lately. Moving away from family to a more positive environment. Not exactly what I was planning, but an opportunity nonetheless.

For today though, it was moving day at the office. This will be my third move within a year. I'm ok with this move as I changed job responsibilities and will work more independently, but still interact with the group.
I'm moving on to more challenges. It will take me a while to get these down pat, but I was...

I spent the morning reading blogs. I wanted to jot down my thoughts while they were still fresh.

First, growing up in an imperfect family presents a lot of challenges. Accepting imperfection for a perfectionist is hard. I'm harder on myself than I am on anybody else. I tell them "just do your best. It will be more than enough". The same does not hold true for me. I must get it perfect. I don't like pictures of myself because I will critique everything I see and I end...