The first of many as we get ready to start organizing the 2nd Come As You Are party by BlogHer and Aiming Low and featuring the super sexy Mouthy Housewives.

It brought up all these great memories of San Diego. The fun dinners, good times with friends and this……burning in my brain……..that things weren’t right.

I was at one of the highlight of my life.

And I felt it.

This situation. The one that Pete and I are trying to handle like the grown-ups we play on TV.

I’m going to travel to NYC  this summer with a fair amount of party attendees aware of the turmoil that has happened in our walls.

I’m ok with that.

The burning will be gone.

If you want to go VOTE for my BlogHer Voices Of The Year submission, here it is to check out.

If you’d like to read my post about things you need to accept about your beautiful self, here it is!

It’s been said in the past.

Some people believed I could only fail.

I’d like to say that I knew right away they were wrong. I could face every challenge. I was positive there was nothing but good times ahead.

I’d like to say that.

I wish that was true.

I sat in my room and considered the words of others meant to make me unsure of what I could do.

I decided I would rather try and fail than never try at all.

I got rid of the voices that predicted my failure.

I gave it everything I had.

It gave back.

The New Aiming Low

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At Babble today, I wrote about being the parent of hospital patient

There are some days I just feel like FAIL.

I may get certain things accomplished. I may find some tasks done. In all reality, my day was pretty full.

But it’s always the things I remember forgetting that haunt me.

It’s the list that never quite gets done.

It’s believing the motto of Aiming Low for everyone else. But knowing that “good enough” doesn’t work for me. I don’t get to accept myself as is.

My whole world of progress relies on never being satisfied.

I get to believe in the message that people are too damn hard on themselves and they don’t let themselves enjoy the NOW.

I do believe it.

I just don’t live it.

So I keep pushing myself past the fail point.

Tomorrow.

The day after that.

And after that.

Until it’s time to set a new goal.

Except the thing that happened in the Peruvian prison. That stays between me and the midgets. And the guy from the gas station. And the bunny.

But no further.

You may have missed my post at Aiming Low.

The one where I get my religion on, but in a different way.