Conversations that changed me in 2021

This year instead of letting words hurt me I found ways for them to empower me. There can be good in everything. I chose to see the good in everything.

So, who is on your draft pick? I mean your real draft pick. Because let’s be honest here, we are always conducting a draft pick or being drafted. We pick our friends, we hire employees, we swipe right for the hot guy/gal or swipe left to never see them again. We judge who we sit next to on the train and who will come over for Thanksgiving dinner.

I had decided to draw a line in the sand and leave the past in the past. The old stories that I held onto and memories for more than a 5 day-10+ year expiration date on them had to go. For whatever reason I could not seem to let go and move on.

I have a confession to make.

I love the show “Dr. Pimple Popper” on TLC. I don’t even have cable tv anymore. I catch her on YouTube and have discovered the wonderful quick fix of her Instagram account. When I am drowning on my couch because I can’t sleep, I may go into that guilty disgusting pleasure of watching someone having their skin poked and prodded.

Nothing beats a mixed tape. I loved being a young adult creating these magical compilations that I could share with friends. We all enjoyed them over some kind of time activity of time wasting like a card game, beach hangouts, or even just a long car ride. The thrill of it playing in their car or on their headset always made my heart sing.

“Well, that stings,” I said as I read the last text from someone, I really should have stopped texting years ago. Then I realized it was more than just one. There were others. It started to snowball.

Somewhere along the path of growing up, our parents over loved us by enforcing encouraging words of how special and unique we are. We went out into the world and someone or something made us forget all of it.

Ok let’s get this out of the way right at the beginning. I could write every blog post on how I think Craig Conover is the best thing ever. I admire his guts, tenacity, confidence, and belief in himself. He gives me the confidence I need help with every day.

I mean, I loved Charlotte’s web and probably will still cry once I read it again or watch the movie again. If a pig could love a spider, why can’t I? I still jump when I see one. I feel it’s presence when I walk into a room, I do a “spider check” when I am in a new environment. I can’t help it. I was terrified. For no reason.