[the status of my status]. | newburyport, ma

It’s been recently pointed out that perhaps I shouldn’t be so “honest” when I put a facebook status out there because it makes me look like a jerk if I don’t follow through.

Well, what could I possibly say to that – it’s MY status I can say what I want, when I want, blah.blah.blah.

It makes me wonder too, why people even care what i say, or if I say for example that I am “breaking up with sugar” and I only last a week – it’s the truth and something I struggle with. I guess I wasn’t aware that there are some people that are emotionally affected by my status updates. But here’s the thing, I have spent a good portion of my life caring what others think about me and I’m exhausted by it. Down right could crawl up in a ball and go to sleep exhausted by it.

I’m a work in progress. I’m 99.9% sure I will always be a work in progress. You can’t please them all. I wasn’t put on this earth to please them all – now don’t get me wrong, I do agree that I say I’m going to do something and I don’t stick with it. Not all the time, but a lot of the time – and it’s usually based on things pertaining to moi. But that truly is my struggle – the follow through. Maybe I don’t think enough about myself to relish in the victory of success. But for whatever reason I guess it’s a part of me. Death and taxes will always be - here are some other things too:

v  Change is good

v  One day at a time only works one day at a time

v  Keep it to yourself

v  I love my girl more than anything else in the world

v  Photography feeds my soul

v  I live for books that you can’t put down

v  Carly Simon will always be my fav

v  I struggle with my weight, with exercise, with putting one foot in front of the other

v  I’m never happy with my hair

v  I regret not continuing my college education

v  I regret quitting piano

v  And while we’re on the regret path – I regret quitting ballet

v  I love Boston and had the best time of my life living there, but I wish I chose NYC instead

v  Mean people suck

v  I’m addicted to sugar

v  I miss my house

v  I love the ocean but I hate going to the beach

v  My mother told me “I could do whatever the hell I want to do” and I will

v  I will no longer care what you think about me

v  I love meeting new people

v  My closet is very unorganized, so are my drawers and so is my filing cabinet, ok… my entire house is unorganized

v  I have a hard time following through on anything for me

v  I give good advice. I don’t listen to my own.

v  I miss my mom. I will always miss my mom and if you don’t like it. Tough.

v  I watch reality tv. There I said it.

v  I mean well

v  I genuinely care about a lot of people and I genuinely dislike a lot of people too

v  I never finish my to do list

v  I still can’t fit into my jeans

v  I complain a lot about not fitting into my jeans

v  I’ll keep you posted on not fitting into my jeans

v  I have an incredibly generous family

v  I love to laugh

v  I’m pretty much stuck in the 80’s when it comes to music

v  I hate my couch

v  I don’t have a green thumb

v  I have a stack of domino magazines that I will never throw out

v  I have a lot of changes that I need to make

v  Oh and I’m breaking up with sugar again. You better alert the media, stop the presses, put it on your facebook status – judge me when I fail because it makes me feel so good.

v  I don’t care