I’ve always avoided pictures of myself, but I shamelessly took a picture of myself mid-vacation, working in the pottery studio. When I posted it on Facebook, I described it as the photo I took because I wanted to remember what I looked like when I was happy.
The day after we broke up, not only did he change the locks on our shared condo, he also emptied our bank accounts and left me drowning in debt.
Dancing Doll, Invisible Child, And Everything-Is-Totally-Fine Girl: Of All The People I've Tried To Be, I Like Myself The Most
It seems that years of trying to be everything for everyone -- and decades of sweeping the question “What about me?” under the rug -- all but ensure that you will eventually trip over your emotions like a giant mound under the carpet.
I definitely don’t want to go back into retail work, for a whole slew of reasons, but for a night, it was kind of amazing to be good at something I was not expecting to be good at.