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It's been decided...

I spent the last few days of 2012 doing some serious analyzing of my life.  Was I happy with how things were?  Was I happy with where I was?  Was I tired of being a doormat?  Am I tired of not standing up to myself to anyone and everyone?

Two answers were yes, two answers were no.  I'm tired of being bossed around being told what to do and people actually expecting me to do it.  Here's a little secret.  I'm 37, not 17.  I'm tired of being a doormat.  Not speaking up for myself.  And it's really nobody's fault but my own.  God forbid I speak up for myself.  I mean, what do I expect?  I was happy with myself but not my doormat status.  I wasn't happy with how things were because I have had this void in my life for so long.

So I vowed the last day of 2012 that I would no longer allow myself to be pushed around, walked on and walking around feeling sort of empty.  I would no longer invest my time in someone who treated me like nothing but a booty call.  So at midnight, December 31, I launched that ship to sea.  Bid it farewell.  And started out the new year on a good note.

Little did I know, a chance passing while running with "the dogs" would turn into something that is wonderful and amazing.

                            To be continued...............................

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