I moved here back in 2005 and worked for a company that later let me go. I struggled to find a job, struggled with my ex-fiance, struggled with my eating disorder, and struggled to stay alive. After 3 months/90 days in treatment in 2007, I came out finally feeling myself for the first time in probably 2 decades. Life was a mess before I went to treatment and I wasn't much of the type of person that many wanted to be around. I can't imagine why, even I wasn't around that much!
I've accomplished a lot in the past 3 years - 2 more degrees, worked at a restaurant where they don't hire people who have never been a server before, made one guy say he was a coward, scared off several others, started martial arts training and settled into a great job where some of my job description now encompasses something that I thought I would never do.
I am a geek, I own a car and a motorcycle, I have a mortgage on my condo, I've had a total of 3 roommates over the past year, had to kick 2 of them out,
I have 3 lovely cats that barf up hairballs and regurgitate their food when they're pissed off at me and a mom and dad that I absolutely love.
I love horses, but I don't have any. I like dogs and fish, too. Unfortunately, there's a story about Bob and Bob Deux the fish(es) that's kind of sad, yet terribly funny. There's a bird at PetSmart that I like to play with every time I go there to buy cat food and litter. I'd prefer not to do yard work and I can barely keep my ivy alive as it is.
I've never been married and I don't want my own kids. Actually, if I have the fleeting thought, I consider the times that I have babysat my friends' kids, shudder, and move on from there.
Before I give any more information away, I am going to leave it at that.
Welcome to the Metacognitions of My Heart.
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