for the rest of 2008. I’m not going to try to better myself. I’m going to enjoy my life, which is pretty damn good, and observe my natural and chosen responses. I’m tired. Exhausted, really. Not physically, but emotionally. Tired of trying to be more, better, less when who I am is spectacular.

That’s right. Spectacular.

For the rest of 2008, as an experiment, I’m going to assume that I am what those who love me see: brave, smart, sexy, loving, amazing, kind, etc. The goals that are left on my list are those that give me pleasure. Anything that made me think of obligation or a perceived lack in me, along with some goals that just aren’t priorities right now, has been pruned.