I don’t have anything particularly witty or insightful to say today like in my other posts, so, here’s a picture of my derrière. It took a lot of hard work.

As I get older, one thing that is tricky for me is that I’ve grown to really love and value my alone time. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get lonely and want to be less alone. However, what is really irksome is that when I do try to put myself out there a bit and, oh hey, maaaaybe I’ll dip a toe into the feelings world again, it just does not go well. 😅

I’ve read a lot about having an abundance mindset, in that, we are able to view life from a place of seeing many possibilities, even when resources are limited. Scarcity is basically moving through life in fear and uncertainty, and, in a way, anxiety. I kept thinking how my mom’s anxiety taught me to be so cautious in life, but my dad’s extroverted tendencies helped push me out of shell. It’s weird, because I’m a mixture of both. I don’t like either one dominating the other.

Suffice to say, when you put yourself out there it is scary. And getting shot down fucking sucks. And it has happened to me — a lot. In my spare time, I do a lot of exercising and squat related activities. See, I circled back as to why I never skip 🍑 day.

Shit. I guess I did have something to say after all. Enjoy your ass-related insights. 😏

Should I do more?