Stephanie is entertaining the idea of outing my 43t self on facebook.
This paragraph is being posted here as a note to myself during a moment of clarity and I can’t think of another place to write it. On a few different occasions in my life people have told me that if I want to do well in life I need to play the game. They’ll say things like, Stephanie you got smile a little or flirt and the one I hate the most sometime you have to just kiss a little ass. The thing is I’d rather walk naked covered in honey into a bee hive than kiss anyones ass. I think ass kissing is a form of lying and deceit but that is a whole other discussion. So I’ve always prided myself on not playing the game but it just hit me that all these years I have. I’ve been playing other people’s games by _ my_ rules. I need to get out of the game (or games) altogether. Just do my thing. Focus on my goals and my agenda and leave these fools alone.
Ok and now to the post. This goal is never really complete until you life is complete. Like A Well-Read Dog Head said, this is more of a life skill. In the last couple of months I have been brushing my shoulders off consistantly. The difference between now and when I first posted this goal is like night and day. Well… maybe not quite night and day but maybe daybreak and mid morning.
I have good days and bad. On the good days I’m whipping the dirt of my back and shoulders and doing a little dance while doing it. On the bad days I’m lifting a weary arm to brush off the days crap. Struggling to wipe the dust from my eyes and keep my vision because for me that’s the key to this. Keeping my vision and not letting anyone or anything cloud it.

