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Adjustments..not Resolutions


The year is drawing to an end. I really DON’T like making “New Year’s Resolutions”. Instead, I’ll just make some “New Year Adjustments” Therefore:


In 2010…


I will finally do something that has held me back from being an adult...which is not give a damn.


I will no longer tolerate the excuse of “I just got busy” with men re: their disappearing acts and lack of communication. I’m sorry...I’m not here for your convenience or entertainment.


I’m taking brothers at face value. You want to “do me”. Fine... let’s cut to the chase so I can decide if ou are worth my time or not. I don’t need the “sweet talk” and altruistic motives if all you want to do is bone. That can be established in 2 conversations.


I will not feign excitement or longing over someone who won’t be excited over me. I won’t act like I miss someone who damn sure didn’t miss me. No...”Miss me?” won’t work. And no...I’m not “excited to hear from you”


Serial texters are OUT. Guys who actually call and want to date me...are IN.


I will not accept bullshit, uncreative and thoughtless dates, acts, and people.


There will be no more second, third or even fourth chances. Burn me once…we are done.


No longer will my own needs be neglected. I shall put ME first…all else..is secondary (with exception of spiritual relationships and family).


I will no longer have empty, meaningless sex that leaves a void.


I will be careful who I allow in my personal space.


I will nourish my creativity.


My kindness and sweet, laidback demeanor will not be mistaken for weakness.


I’m not changing who I am to fit your standards of beauty..womanhood, or size. I am comfortable with who and whose I am.


I won’t sweat it if I don’t have a date or a relationship. So-the-fuck-what! Who cares! *shrug*. Which brings me to my next point...


I am going to keep my heart open and not let cynicism creep in. It's so easy to do.


My education goals are of the utmost importance.


I need a clear and defined new style. I’ll be OVER 30 now…..so..no more playtime w/ the style game. Time to step it up. I need a style makeover from the inside out.


My health will no longer be neglected. Those “few little pounds” must be tackled and a physical done.


I will listen to the Lord more and my “gut” is never wrong. Avoid the pitfalls of “worldly” needs.


Travel….is a necessity and not a luxury.

Fear is not in my vocabulary.


My family relationships need to be nourished and some repaired and some I just “wash my hands of”


Numbers will be erased, Facebook connections deleted, and “friendships” severed that are unhealthy and not beneficial for me.


I won’t party in the same places..I will try and get out and meet new people…

Comments

  1. You speak the truth. I can identify with a few. Most of all I stop giving a f*ck a few years back and I have to admit ... it's effective.

    Too funny @ it can be established in two conversations.

    A serial texter, yes, that's me.

    No fear. Washed hands when it comes to certain family members. Avoid cynicism.

    Yeah, you speak the truth.

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