I'm trying to explain to my husband that this blog is for me, not anyone else. He doesn't quite get it. In the recent year, possibly even months, I have come to realize that it is ok for me to do things for myself and not just for others. So I've started working out at the gym. Not to get skinnier, although that will be a much need bonus, but for that 30-45 minutes of me time. I don't have to worry about answering the phone, making sure the girls are ok, or whatever else I do at work and at home. I get 30-45 minutes of 'Law and Order' along with the opportunity to run off some frustration, or heck, just to get some peace.
So this blog...it's for me. Brent asked me last night if I have anymore followers. I told him, "no, but I am not doing it to get followers, I'm doing it for me." He did not understand why I wouldn't just write in a diary. I hate diaries. I like typing. Diaries are for little girls who hide it in the pantie drawer. I'm an adult. I'm ok with my friends reading my blog.
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