November 18, 2015
Herein lies my disease of good intentions for other people (source of phrase--Anne Lamott). I seem to always have an idea how to improve someone else's life, and in my desire to NOT to do the same for myself, I fill my days with the obsession of making someone's life better, to no avail, of course. Because our decisions are our own and we can't impose on anyone. So here I am burying this disease and forgetting about it and just, okay, deciding to live with everybody's imperfections, including my own, and just...not giving a motherfuck whatever pffft.