You are responsible for the results you intend. No excuses.
-Looking around me I see dust, crumbs & a whole bunch of clutter that I should throw out. The dust has gathered on the windowsill, the wall mouldings, the details on the mirror, on the stack of papers on my bureau. There are crumbs on my nightstand because eating in my bed has become commonplace. The clutter? Yeah, I am good for that. I start cleaning on part of the room and then place all of the stuff that I cannot find a home for on the other side of the room. I guess after a few months, I have thrown out a third of what should have been thrown out several months beforehand. Or, I am just bloody awful with throwing stuff out.
Bet on yourself.
-Bet on what? That I am certain to be the worst at something? That there will always be someone better than I am? THAT NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, I WILL FAIL?
Oh wait, no that is not part of this assignment, right? Umm…. yeah, I will get back to this. I have enough sense not to bet on anything. Much less myself.
Believe the very best.
-About myself? NO. About everyone else? I often do. If it has anything to do with me, I would rest assured… I will mess it up. I am a fat, gnarly pig. I have nothing to offer anyone. I will suck the joy out of your life.
Right, POSITIVE THINKING, DUMBASS.I will wake up tomorrow & try to avoid thinking that I can make anything any worse.
-Yes. Tomorrow I will. Today I will take some tablets and sleep as long as I can. I have no real reason to be awake. I have nothing good to say, nothing interesting to do. The boys are at their grandparents’ house so I have no-one to tend to.
Create your love story.
-Just having someone to love me more than naked women that masturbate for money on a computer screen would be great. I do not require much.
Turn a loss into a win.
-I would love to. Which loss are we talking about? I cannot think of one way to turn losing my infant daughter into a win, so that one must be out. Oh, perhaps I can turn losing my faith in myself into a win… hmm.. nope, that one is a no-go as well. How about… yeah, fuck this one.
You have permission to shine.
-That is my oily T-zone. I will exfoliate before I go to sleep.
-I am thankful for my children, clean water to drink, the ability to make blueberry muffins (because Norwegians have no idea what an “American Muffin” is suppose to taste like), and yarn. Without yarn, I would use my hands to do much less productive (and probably a whole lot more bloody) things.
My sarcasm is taking my post over. Sorry, I thought I could do this but obviously I cannot.
But hey, 517 words in 10 minutes? Not bad, not bad. Oh. No, it is really 550 words! Crap, I just added more.