I have had been accepted into an awesome art show
I'm not on the freakin birth control anymore.
My bedroom is finally on its way. (drywall being skimmed, so it then can be painted)
Had a wonderful anniversary weekend (last weekend)
My mom's house is in escrow.
I'm allowing myself to be sad when needed.
Hubby and I are more on the same wave length.
Painting is coming to me easier.
I smiling a bit more.
We are going to Chicago for the first time.
I still hate my body and I think I always will.
My face is finally clearing up after flaming hormones.
I've gained a few pounds and my tone isn't even close to what I'd want it.
I keep telling myself...,I'm alive and happy and this is just me.
It's easier to deal with this when I'm at a stronger and a more confidant place.
I'm workin on it.
I'm working my way out of a hole.