How many times have I “started over” in my lifetime? Too many to count. From my days of religious devotion, to my days of adulterous foolishness, I have always comforted myself with the fact that “tomorrow is another day, with no mistakes in it”. That really only works completely when you are very young though, Because the young are the only ones capable of truly forgetting past wrongs. Once you reach adulthood, you can start over, but each time, the scars of whatever you are starting over from remain.

How many times have I started over? Plenty. However, it’s been awhile since I have felt the need to. Whatever people perceive me as, is ok with me at this point in my life. Bitch, slut, attention whore, wife, coworker, friend, lazy-ass, fat, quiet, loud, fickle, wierd…it’s all there, and I am all of them. I am working on the parts of me that I do not like, ignoring the parts that others might not like but I am OK with, and cultivating the parts that I feel need to be stronger points of my personality. I think too much about what my life would be like if I could be smarter, hotter, richer, etc….and I don’t want to do that any more. I either have to be happy with my life as is, or work on changing it to what I want it to be. Or get drunk a lot….heh.

Here’s to starting over….again.