I plan on taking up wine drinking this summer. And book reading. Matter of fact, it's astounding how elitist I act considering how overwhelmed I am by my long list of under achievements. Parenthood is the only facet of life I'm even remotely passionate about lately, anyway, yet the thought of potty training my unusually well behaved toddler twists my stomach into knots. Anxiety. Wants and needs, needs and wants. We all want to be needed, need to be wanted, are passive aggressively in each other's faces. I feel like I'm suppose to chain smoke while sitting at a bar lined with other thinkers, but as it turns out I have taken up solitude as my latest hobby. This has been the least social year of my life. I need an attitude adjustment.
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