day number eleven

(A picture of something you hate)

I hate fear.  I hate anxiety.  I hate second guessing myself.  I hate feeling like I have to be perfect.  I hate the thoughts that seem to play on repeat...shame....guilt...apprehension....self-loathing.  I hope and long for the day when I will wake up without fear and anxiety...without constantly watching where I step...

Because, really, there aren't so many snakes and scorpions.  I'm doing okay.  I'm making it.  Why don't I tell myself that more often?

Note to self: work on that.

Oh, and lest you think I am only going all philosophical on you, no discussion of something I HATE would be complete without this:

I must write quickly, for the pictue itself is making me want to gag.  Oh, squash, how I loathe thee.  Your stringy grainy mushy texture is so repulsive to me I never ever want to see you again. 

I also hate squash. 

that's all for today.