be dignified, gentle and graceful

I have not been. Calm? Not me. Gentle? Hell no!! Maybe I should delete this goal and pretend I want to be a storm-in-a-teacup kinda gal. No. Grace and dignity are more beautiful and attractive. But I do feel like Cinerella’s ugly sister trying to cut off my toes to make the glass slipper fit.

not to take things too personally but I realize that I’ve always taken myself too seriously. In the last week I’ve just been reminding myself that people are absorbed with their own lives and problems and can’t see into my heart (even if I do wear it on my sleeve!!). I’m fed up though with living here in hickville where everyone around me seems to be sleeping around and having abortions and then TELLING THE WORLD ABOUT IT. I dunno. I wasn’t brought up that way and it horrifies me. In such a small town though, people just can’t be avoided.

I struggled last night with Dog’s latest prurient revelations and walked out. Not dignified, gentle or graceful, I’m afraid.

the toughest challenge on my list. I haven’t a clue how not to come out fighting when cornered. I don’t have any ideas on how to be graceful in tricky situations or how to maintain my dignity when arguing with M when he’s in one of his cruel moods. I get so furious that I start crying. It’s that or deck him. And seeing that his words are having an effect, he carries on until I can hardly control myself. What’s dignified about that?