Ah the benefits of being fit. I have broad shoulders. They are muscular. And they don't fit in women's clothes. I went through this period where it seemed every dress shirt I owned, I was busting out of the elbows. I gave up on buying long sleeve dress shirts. Even if I could find one that fit my shoulders, the likelihood it would fit my waist was less likely than Meisha Tate beating Ronda Rousey the second time. So I have resigned myself to short sleeves and cotton shirts. And then I busted out of the elbows of a long sleeve cotton shirt. Who does that? So if you see me wearing a tank top in January, you will understand why.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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