I don’t know if this is really possible. Maybe way back when I joined the site, it was. Then I lost 20 pounds. I’ve been lingering around since then. Now, well… I’m moving on to 40; it is more realistic.
Jvickie's Life List
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1. gamble in Vegas
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2. eat more fruit and vegetables
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3. be a size 10
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4. take better care of myself
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5. let go
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6. drink green tea every day
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7. lose 40 pounds
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8. Learn to play the guitar
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9. Buy a House
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10. let other people in
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11. Get organized
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12. Start my own business
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13. be a size 8
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14. be happy, not on the surface happy, but deep down for serious happy.
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15. complain less
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16. Love without fear
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17. have no regrets
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18. Drink eight glasses of water each day
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19. build better friendships
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20. Have fun
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21. publish a book
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22. Exercise three to five times a week.
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23. do what makes me happy
3 entries . 3 cheers86 people
I graduate on Friday. 3 years, first gen college stu, and I graduate in 5 days. ‘Nough said!
I’m sure we’ve all had this day… woken up and realized it’s time to start over.
I am about to graduate this week from college and still feel like I am holding on to a bunch of baggage. In one sense, I just want to change my phone number, deactivate MySpace/FB/and all the other random sites I am a member of, change ALL my email addresses and just start from there. I am already moving to a new city, starting a new job, have the opportunity to meet plenty of NEW people. I’ll be a college graduate, first in the fam, and don’t want to carry 20-21 years of baggage with me. But then again, I can’t let go. The friends I have been there for leave me standing in the freezing rain, the family I’ve tried love and forgive are so careless they’ve brought me to tears.
I know that I hold grudges. I know for a fact I do. And I pretend not to, but it comes out when you piss me off. I have to let go. I realize this.
