Some lessons learned

People. They’re okay.
I have never considered myself a people person. I always said I hated them. But I’ve realized that I actually like people. In small doses. I’m really introverted, and need my down time, but I really enjoy talking to people. I’ve realized that I would talk to a stump if it talked and I had known it for a while. Now, I still hate large groups of people and as a whole I think that humans are idiots, but I actually enjoy the company of certain people. Who would have thought?

People like me.
This is something that I’ve heard a lot since becoming an assistant manager. People respond to me. They find me approachable and they work hard for me. I always try to be fair and honest and treat everyone the same. It’s good to have that recognized.

My boobs are awesome.
They look great for their 34 years. They’re pretty and have a great shape. I love them. 🙂 I also love my legs. And my lips. And my eyes. It’s nice to focus on the things I love about my body instead of things I don’t. I just wish that it hadn’t taken me so long to learn this lesson.

Hope isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
I never give up hope. Ever. I always thought that this was a good thing. But hope is dangerous. It can blind us to reality. And sometimes I need to let go of the fantasy and face reality and that really is a good thing.

It’s hard being the fantasy girl.
It’s nice and flattering to be that girl who attracts 20 year-old guys like flies to honey, but it’s really too much pressure. There’s always that fear that reality will set in and they won’t see you that way anymore. And then all the fun will stop. But the attention is nice.

If you don’t like doing something, don’t do it.
I hate doing sit ups! Hate them! So, much so, that I dreaded working out. So, you know what? I just stopped doing the sit ups. It was so simple. I enjoy all the other exercises I am doing – the crunches, leg lifts, dumb bells, kettle bell, so I just do those. Now, I don’t dread my workouts. See! Simple!

Kindles don’t make for good company.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my Kindle. But when I’m feeling a little lonely, a Kindle just doesn’t cut it. Kindles aren’t friendly. They don’t have the heft, the solidness, the realness, that a paper book has. Holding a real book in my hands takes away the homesickness, because that’s what a real book feels like – home.

If something isn’t working one way, try a different way.
Thinking back on my romantic history I realized that I’m attracted to two types of guys – arrogant jerks who take me for granted and nerds with no ambition. I really need to find a new type. ASAP!

So, what have you learned lately? 🙂

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