that I'm single.
that my ex boyfriend, who dumped me, has already found a new boyfriend and from the appearances of the photos my ex is posting on Instagram that he is happier with the new boyfriend in less time than he ever was with me.
that social media makes it far too easy to stumble upon the lives of your ex boyfriends.
that I have no self control to NOT check social media outlets to find out the life of my ex boyfriend.
that I even care what my ex is doing at all.
that I don't feel confident when I'm single.
that I constantly tell friends that when you find yourself single that it's okay and that you just need to find an inner peace about being by yourself and that eventually you'll find love again.
that I don't believe my own advice.
that I'm not one of those people who lives in the "bubble" where life is easy and everyone loves you and opportunities present themselves at every turn and you're always dating someone.
that I don't have a pin to pop other people's bubbles.
that I am not traveling enough.
that I don't have a boyfriend to accompany me on trips thereby cutting down the costs of having to travel alone.
that I don't have enough money to travel alone.
that I can allocate money to personal training sessions and deep tissue work but not to travel.
that the personal training sessions and deep tissue work are actually helping and my muscles are benefitting from it therefore giving me reason to want to continue with them, therefore spending more money.
that tons of guys don't have to spend money on personal training sessions and deep tissue work and still have amazing bodies.
that I'm hung up on wanting to have muscles at all.
that I'm losing my hair more and more each day and I think it's unfair that I have two options: shave my head (free) or get hair plugs (costs money).
that I can't blame Vanity Smurf for any of this.
that I can spend an hour drafting a blog post about what irritates me but not spend an hour working on that screenplay idea I've had knocking around my brain for the past few years.
that I don't feel I'm living up to my potential.
that I feel the need to complain at all. Because really, I shouldn't complain. That is just a list things that bother me. They're only as real as I make them. Some days more so than others. It's not all doom and gloom. I couldn't end the blog post on such a down note so I've thrown these last few sentences in for good measure. It's a gorgeous sunny Sunday in New York City and my birthday is a week away. Life is pretty good. :)
All natural feelings that you're entitled to. You don't have to be perfect in everything you do. BTW - you spend money on the muscle work because it's more important to you than travel is. Just think, when you get the heavage you want, you can then show them off on a beach in Brazil or Spain. :D
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