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Feeling/Not Feeling: 2012 End-of-year Review


FEELING


  • ...like my 2012 was so full of bliss that I was unable to contain 
  • ...that despite some sad times... The good outweighed the bad
  • ... 2013 will be all about INCREASe! It's going to happen to me! Just you wait and see!
  • ...that hearts, souls and bodies will be healed. People will walk. The blind will see. Weight will be lifted. All will be well...in the upcoming year.
  • I can't believe my studies will be over soon..Dr. M or Dr. M-R (lol) or Dr. R or whatever it will be is happening.
  • (Oh I hope you caught that last one...lol)
  • like i need a new place in 2013...I need more room. maybe I'll rent a house. We shall see.
  • I need tattoos....I do...i really need one more for 2013. (I am such an addict)
  • ... That my heart is going to explode with every best! 2012 really gave me hope that happiness and willing it to you works.





NOT FEELING


  • ..... Like I accomplished much in my "to do" list. Still so much to do.
  • ... That 2012 broke my spirit. If anything it defined me. That is a GOOD thing
  • ...that I wasted my time w/ dating. In the end... Love was under my nose the entire time! Isn't that crazy how stuff works out???
  • ... That my mother is happy. This isn't how I know she wanted her year to end. But I'll do anything to make her happy...
  • like i traveled enough in 2012. I think that'll change in 2013.
  • that i need tons of money..or material things to be happy. I am going to definitely be on a diet of sorts financially. Lots to prepare for....lots.
  • this extra weight. A trainer IS on deck for 2013....I got a cruise booked w/ my Bookie for June 2013 and I need to be skinny as hell. (or at least fit).
  • ... Like all the good or bad was a waste. I am ready for 2013 to come...

Comments

  1. The highlight of this is that your studies are almost over!!! WOoohooo it will be so nice to be free of all that, won't it?!!
    I need me a trainer for 2013 too. But Im too lazy to commit to working out, so who am i kidding. lol. I know you can do it tho. Just like Janet Jackson, you are the queen of working out and bouncing back.

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