I am NOT perfect. My diet is not kicked in yet; except if gelato and Chex Mix Light count… The exercise remains my walks with my dear hound. Alas, I have begun one part of the NEW and (please dear GOD) improved ME: the screw you attitude. I am doing as I please (well, I’m not running around seeking Viggo Mortenson’s body double… Have you see him?) to the point where I sleep where and when I want. Shop where and when I want AND I have hired a NEW cleaning woman! Then proceeded to spend upwards of $200 on Amazon.com for supplies. (Let us take a moment to hope that they arrive on Tuesday PRIOR to her arrival on Wednesday – a moment)
My great American novel, short story or article has yet to be written. I have come up with a few fabulous projects that are ME and ALL ME, in order to kill time until my brain can give into the idea of being a writer and not some Wall Street walkaway loser. I am keeping my mind busy enough that I don’t panic over the fact that my best friend and basset hound has a small benign tumor under his front left paw. OK, I’m lying. I am practically hysterical over the dog. He’s my life – he MUST be fine and so he will be fine. If he is not fine, and they must do the most awful thing ever than I am afraid that there is NO GOD. Yes, I have no offended a certain amount of you but if you knew me. If you knew him; you would understand my predicament.
Married, friends, relatives – none of them are my heart like he is.
One should never end a sentence in “IS”; but I was unsure how to clarify it any further.
MY DOG IS MY LIFE!
I am SO NOT perfect that I drive people insane, or so I am told, but I don’t think that I care any longer. I want to wear a green hat. Of course I’m obsessive compulsive but people in glass houses certainly should not stand with rocks aimed at my simple abode. Their rocks are pebbles; I’ve got boulders to toss their way if they continue to criticize.
I wish that I was keeping to a strict diet, going to the gym and writing daily. For now, that’s not happening but what is happening is that I am evolving. Whether I am stick thin with abs of steel and a world wide success; I am NOT PERFECT.
Neither are ANY of YOU.