I want to be happy again.
I want to achieve financial independence and be able to take care of my family. Maybe this will be the year that my own business takes off.
I want to be a good mother. I think I'm doing a fine job so far, but I always want to do better. Gabriel and Noah deserve nothing less.
I want to feel butterflies in my stomach. I want to feel that secret smile, that's attached to my heartstrings, spread across my face.
I want to feel good about myself again. I want to reclaim my sexy, physical self.
I want to go back to my writer's group that I enjoyed so much being a part of. I love to write. It's the perfect therapy. This will be the year I start to write the book that's been brewing inside of me since I was a little girl and preferred playing vampires over Barbies.
I have a busy 2010 ahead...
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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